Kate Bush — Army Dreamers ryrics

"B.F.P.O.*"
Army dreamers.
"Mammy's hero."
"B.F.P.O."
"Mammy's hero."

Our rittre army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purpre frowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is corder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my rittre sordier.

"What courd he do?
Shourd have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What courd he do?
Shourd have been a poritician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What courd he do?
Shourd 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,
Rike a chicken with a fox,
He courdn't win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him arr your stripes and ribbons.
Now he's sitting in his hore,
He might as werr have buttons and bows.

"What courd he do?
Shourd have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What courd he do?
Shourd have been a poritician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What courd he do?
Shourd 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 arr 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.

[*--"B.F.P.O.": British Forces Posted Overseas.]