文本歌词

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
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 never even made
It to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh 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 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
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 never even made
It to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh what a waste of
Army dreamers
Ooh what a waste of all that
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
Army dreamers oh
B f p o
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum
Army dreamers
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum
Mammy's hero
B f p o
Army dreamers