Little Bombardier

David Bowie

1. 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

   
2. 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 longingly
   At the ice-cream in the hand of
   The little bombardier


R: Sunshine entered our Frankie's days
   Gone his worries, his hopeless maze
   His life was fun and his heart 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 coin he made


3. Then two gentlemen called on him
   Asked him for his name
   Why was he friends with the children
   
   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 and caught a train
   Not to be seen in the town again
   The little bombardier