There is a song the Eight Army used to sing, Marching through the desert, Marching with a swing But now they're on a different game. Although the tune Is still the same The words have all been altered, The words we're singing still: We're the D-Day Dodgers Here in Italy, Drinking all the vino, Always on a spree. We didn't land with Eisenhower And so they think we're just a shower For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy. We're the D-Day dodgers Here in Italy Drinking all the vino, Always on a spree. Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks, We go to war in ties like swanks. We are the D-Day Dodgers, Way out in Italy Dearest Lady Astor, You think you're mighty hot, Standing on the platform, Talking tommyrot. Dear England's sweetheart and her pride We think your mouth's too bleeding wide - From all the D-Day Dodgers, In sunny Italy. Here's to Lady Astor, Our pin up girl out here. She's the dear old lady, Who sends us such good beer And when we get our Astor band, We'll be the proudest in the land, For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy. We landed in Salerno, A holiday with pay, The Jerries brought the band 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. Salerno and Cassino We're takin' in our stride We didn't go to fight there, We went there for the ride Anzio and Sanzio were just names, We only went to look for dames, The artful D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy.

'round Lake Trasimano We'd a lovely time Bags of wine and women, They didn't cost a dime. Base wallahs, amgot and the yanks, All stayed in Rome, To dodge the tanks For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy. We stayed a week in Florence, Polished off the wine, Then thumbed our way to Rimini Right through the Gothic Line Soon to Bologna we will go When Jerrys gone across the Po For we're the D-Day Dodgers, The lads that D-Day dodged. We hear the boys in France are Going home on leave, After six months service It's a shame they're not relieved But we can carry on out here For what may be a few more years For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy. Once we heard a rumour We were going home Back to dear old Blighty Never more to roam Then someone said in France you'll fight We answered: "No, we'll just sit tight!" For we're the D-Day Dodgers, The lads that D-Day dodged. When the war is over And we've done our bit Climbing over mountains, Through mud and sleet and ----, Then we will all be sent out east Till B.L.A. have been released For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy. Forgotten by the many Remembered by the few We'd our armistice when An armestice was new One million Germans gave up to us We finished our war without much fuss For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy. Look around the mountains In the mud and rain You'll find scattered crosses, Some which bear no name. Heart break and toil and suffering gone The boys beneath them slumber on, For they're the D-Day Dodgers, Who stayed in Italy.

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