Our little Army Boy,
Is coming home from BFPO
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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