Army dreamers
Our little army boy
is coming home
from B. F. P. O
I've a bunch
of purple flowers
to decorate
a mummy's hero
Mourning in
the aerodrome
the weather warm
and he is colder
Four men in uniform
to carry home
my little soldier
But he didn't have the
money for a guitar
But he never had a
proper education
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
But he didn't have the
money for a guitar
But he never had
a proper education
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
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Army dreamers
No harm heroes
Army dreamers
No harm heroes
Mummy's darling