Wooden Gun

[Intro: Margaret Thatcher]
I spent my days prowling around the pigeonholes of the Ministry of defense

[Verse 1: Deno]
A toy is only a play thing to be broken and thrown away
But even a kiddies toy may bring a tear or sigh some day
They gave him a gun to play with when he was a little boy
They gave him a gun to play with it was his favourite toy
They bought some brave tin soldiers and he thought it all such fun
To shoot those brave tin soldiers with his little wooden gun
'When I grow up' he told them 'I'll go and fight the foe'
Till one day he carried a real gun and now he sleeps where the poppies grow
A token he left behind him a memory of days of joy
The gun he used to play with when he was a little boy
They bought some brave tin soldiers and he thought it all such fun
To shoot those brave tin soldiers with his little wooden gun
With his little wooden gun