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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 uniforms To carry home my little soldier What could he do? Should have been a rock star But he didn't have the money for the guitar What could he do? Should have been a politician But he neve had a proper education What could he do? Should have been a father But he didn't even make it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Tears o'er a tin box Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know Like a chicken with a fox He cannot 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 the guitar What could he do? Should have been a politician But he neve had a proper education What could he do? Should have been a father But he didn't even make it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Get This Ringtone

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