We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off 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, way out in Italy;(2X)
We landed in 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 sang songs, the beer was free
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy
Naples and Casino were taken in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride
Anzio and Sangro were just names,
We only went to look for dames
The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy
Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot,
Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot
You're England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bleeding wide
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy
Look around the mountains, in the mud and rain,
You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone,
The boys beneath them slumber on
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy
Note: An apocryphal story --- that of Lady Astor accusing the
British forces in Italy of being "D-Day Dodgers" --- was widely
circulated This song was a non-apocryphal response