Army Dreamers Lyrics

Army Dreamers lyrics

Our little Army Boy,
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple
flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The
weather warmer, he is colder,
Four men in uniform to carry home
My little
soldier.
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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.
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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