The D-day Dodgers

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 a 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 fuck 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 fucked 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 "Fuck 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 lot 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
For they were the D-Day dodgers, who'll stay in Italy