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. 

("mammy's hero.") 

("b.f.p.o.") 

No harm heroes. 

("mammy's hero.") 

("b.f.p.o.") 

Army dreamers. 

("mammy's hero.") 

("b.f.p.o.") 

No harm heroes.