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We're the D-Day Dodgers, out 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 in sunny Italy.
We landed at 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 had girls and the beer was free.
We are the D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy.
Naples and Cassino were taken in our stride.
We didn't go to fight there, we just went for the ride.
Anzio and Sangros they're just names,
We only went to look for dames.
We are the D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy.
On our way to Florence we had a lovely time.
We ran a bus to Rimini right through the Gothic Line.
On to Bologna we did go.
Then we went bathing in the Po.
For we are the D-Day Dodgers, over here in Italy.
Once we had a blue light that we were going home
Back to dear old Blighty, never more to roam.
Then somebody said in France you'll fight.
We said never mind, we'll just sit tight,
The windy D-Day Dodgers, out in Sunny Italy.
Dear Lady Astor, you think you know a lot
Standing on a platform and talking tommyrot.
You're England's sweetheart and her pride,
We think your mouth's too bloody wide,
That's from your D-Day Dodgers in sunny Italy.
Look around the mountains in the mud and rain
You'll see the scattered crosses, there's some that have no name.
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone
The boys beneath them slumber on,
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stayed in Italy.
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stayed in Italy.
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