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