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

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