[Verse 1] Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate my daddy's hero Mourning in the aerodrome The weather warmer, he is colder Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier [Chorus] (What should he do? Could have been a rock star...) But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What should he do? Could have been a politician...) But he never had a proper education (What should he do? Could have been a father...) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste... army dreamers What a bloody waste of army dreamers [Verse 2] Tears over a tin box Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know Like a chicken with a fox He couldn't win his war with ego Give the kid a pick of pips And give him all your stripes and ribbons Now he's lying in his hole He might as well have bu*tons and bows [Chorus] (What should he do? Could have been a rock star...) But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What should he do? Could have been a politician...) But he never had a proper education (What should he do? Could have been a father...) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste... army dreamers Oh, what a bloody waste of army dreamers [Chorus] (What should he do? Could have been a rock star...) But he didn't have the money for a guitar (He could 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 Army dreamers (Army dreamers, Army dreamers)