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. 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. 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. Chorus
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