Army dreamers.

"Mammy's hero."

"B.F.P.O."

"Mammy's hero."

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.

The weather warmer, he is colder.

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.

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.

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.

Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers.

Ooh, what a waste of all that

Army dreamers,

Army dreamers,

("B.F.P.O.")

Army dreamers.

("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.

("Mammy's hero.")

("B.F.P.O.")

("Mammy's hero.")