Intro : Our little army boy Is coming home from b.f.p.o. Ive a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammys hero. Mourning in the aero      drome, 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 didnt 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 oer a tin box. Oh, jesus christ, he wasnt to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldnt win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now hes sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows.