作词 : Bowie

War made him a soldier

Little Frankie Mear

Peace left him a loser

The little bombardier

Lines of worry appeared with age

Unskilled hands that knew no trade

Spent his time in the picture house

The little bombardier

Frankie drank his money

The little that he made

Told his woes to no man

Friendless lonely days

Then one day in the ABC

Four bright eyes gazed longinly

At the ice-cream in the hand of

The little bombardier

Sunshine entered our Frankie's days

Gone his worries his hopeless maze

His life was fun and his life was full of joy

Two young children had changed his aims

He gave them toffees and played their games

He brought them presents with every coins he made

Then two gentlemen called him

Asked him for his name

Why was he friends with the children

Were they just a game

Leave them alone or we'll get sore

We've had blokes like you in the station before

The hand of authority said "no more" to

The little bombardier

Packed his bags his heart in pain

Wiped a tear caught a train

Not to be seen in the town ag