Lyrics - The D-day Dodgers by Clancy Brothers

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;(2
X)
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 widelycirculated.
This song was a non-apocryphal response.

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