Our little army boy
is coming home from BFPO
I've a bunch of purple flowers
to decorate mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
the weather warmer
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
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 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
or 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 them
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
Army dreamers oh