Our little Army Boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate our mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather's warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform to carry home
My little soldier
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Tears o'er a tin box,
Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He cannot win the war with ego
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons,
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows
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Chorus
What could he do? Should have been a rock star,
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
What could he do? Should have been a politician,
But he never had a proper education
What could he do? Should have been a father,
But he didn't even make it to his twenties
What a waste,
Army Dreamers
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Chorus
What could he do? Should have been a rock star,
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
What could he do? Should have been a politician,
But he never had a proper education
What could he do? Should have been a father,
But he didn't even make it to his twenties
What a waste,
Army Dreamers
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