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Our little army boy
Is coming home
From B.F.P.O.

I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mommy's hero

Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer
He is colder

Four men in uniform
To carry home
My little soldier

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 politican
But he never had the proper education

What could he do
Should have been a father
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Oh, what a waste of
Army dreamers

Tears o'er a tin box
Oh Jesus Christ
He wasn't to know

Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn't win the war with ego

Give the kid a 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

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 politican
But he never had the proper education

What could he do
Should have been a father
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Oh, what a waste of
Army dreamers

Oh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
Army dreamers, oh

B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mommy's hero
B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mommy's hero

B.F.P.O.
No harm heroes
Mommy's hero
B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mommy's hero

B.F.P.O.
No harm heroes

Mommy's hero
B.F.P.O.
Mommy's darling
Mommy's hero