Army Dreamers

Текст песни Celina Fang - Army Dreamers

Hmm-hmm, ah
Hmm-hmm, ah
Hmm-hmm, ah
Hmm-hmm, ah

Our little army boy is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers to decorate 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
Should've been a politician, but he never had a proper education
Should've 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've been a rock star
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
Should've been a politician, but he never had a proper education
Should've 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 them army dreamers
Army dreamers, army dreamers, oh

Du-du-da-du-du-da-ba-ra-pa-pa, B.F.P.O
Du-du-da-du-du-da-da-da-da-da, mammy's hero
Du-du-da-du-du-da-da-da-da-da, B.F.P.O
Du-du-da-du-du-da-da-da-da-da, mammy's hero
B.F.P.O
Mammy's hero
B.F.P.O