Lyrics:

B.F.P.O
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

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, ooh

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