"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, oh

"B.F.P.O."

Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum
Army dreamers
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum
"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