D-Day Dodgers, The
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| 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 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 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'll stay in Italy They are the D-Day Dodgers who'll stay in Italy This page has been viewed 4132 times This material might be copyrighted. |
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