Little Bombadier

David Bowie

Tom: C

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War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear
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Peace left him a loser, the little bombradier.
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Lines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade
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Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier.

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Franky drank his money, the little that he made
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Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days.
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Then one day in the ABC,  four small eyes gazed longingly
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At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.

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Sunshine entered our Franky's days
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Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze
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His life was fun and his heart was full of joy
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Two young children had changed his his aims,
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He bought the toffees and played their games
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He bought them presents with every coin he made.

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Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name
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Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game
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Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation
before
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The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier.
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Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train
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Not to be seen in this town again, the little bombradier.