We are the D-day dodgers way out in Italy
Always on the vino, always on the spree
Eighth army scroungers and their tanks
We live in rows among the yanks

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We are the D-day dodgers in sunny Italy

We landed at Silano, a holiday with pay
The Gerries 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

Naples and Casino were taken in our stride
We didn't go to fight there, we just went for the ride
Anseo and Sangro, they're just names
We only went to look for dames

Dear Lady Astor, you think you know a lot
Standing on a platform and talking to me rot
Pure England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bloody wide

That's from your...

Look around the mountain in the mud and rain
You see the scattered crosses, there's some that have no names
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone
The boys beneath them slumber on

They are the D-day dodgers who stay in Italy
They are the D-day dodgers who stay in Italy