D-Day Dodgers Lyrics

We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in Italy
Always on the vino, always on the spree.
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks,
We live in Rome, among the Yanks.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy;
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.
We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay,
The Jerries brought the bands out to greet us on the way,
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free,
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy, (twice)
Naples and Casino were taken in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride.
Anzio and Sangro were just names,
We only went to look for dames,
The artful D-Day Dodgers way out in Italy, (twice)

Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot,
Standing on the platform talking tommyrot,
You're England's sweetheart and her pride,
We think your mouth's too bleeding wide,
We are the D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy, (twice)
Look around the mountains in the mud and rain,
You'll find the scattered crosses,
the sum that have no name,
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone,
The boys beneath them slumber on,
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy, (twice)