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We're the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
Always on the vino always on the spree
Eighth Army skivers and the yanks
We live in Rome and stuff the twanks
For we're the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
We landed at Salerno a holiday with pay
Jerry brought the band out to cheer us on our way
Showed us the sights and gave us tea
We all sang songs the beer was free
For we're the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
Naples and Cassino were taken in our stride
We didn't get to fight them we just went for the ride
Anzio and Sangro were a fuss
We did f**k all sat on our ass
For we're the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
On the way to Florence we had a lovely time
We ran a bus to Rimini right through the Gothic Line
Soon to Bologna we will go
When Jerry's ****ed off beyond the Po
For we're the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
Once we had a bright light that we were going home
Back to dear old Blighty never more to roam
Then someone whispered"In France, you'll fight."
We said"**** that, we'll just sit tight."
For we're the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
Old Lady Astor, please listen here to this
Go stand up on the platform and talk a lod of piss
You're the nation's sweetheart The nation's pride
But your bloody big mouth is far too wide
That's from the D-Day dodgers out in Italy
If you look 'round the mountains in the mud and rain
You'll find the scattered crosses some which bear no name
Heartbreak and toil and sufferin' gone
The lads beneath them slumber on
They were the D-Day dodgers
Who'll stay in Italy
