Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
To carry home my little soldier
(Should have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
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
(Should have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Ooh, what a waste of all them
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers), oh