In Italy when Mussolini called for men
He make-a me go
To fight-a the foe
He say with a grin you`re sure to win and home again
That liar Benito whenever we meet-o
I make-a the Blitz they pick-a the bits
Up in the next street-o
No wanta no start-a the war
No wanta no fight-a the war
No wanta to leave my home in sunny Italy
I missa the macarone
I missa the ice cream cone
I missa my little Rosalie
No lika the barbed wire
No lika the spit-a-da-fire
No lika the great big guy from Australie
No lika the ping
No lika the boom
No lika the whoosh
No lika the clunk
Oh take-a me back to sunny Italy
Io da laniero di qualit
Hey who
Says the Duce pronounced juice to Mrs Musso
You can buy another trouseau
I go to make some war among the sheik
With my trusty battagliare battaglieri
And with Mary from the dairy
I`ll be home again inside a couple-a-week
And the populo di Roma
They draw up a nice diploma
For to give to the Italians by-and-by
But the Abyssinian army
They drive us nearly barmy
Singing el kaladdy Haile Selassie
Coming through the rye
Says Iosta No surrender
An` `e speak-a very tender
He say Stick it boys and then I`m sure we win
But the British in the tanks
They attack us on the flanks
And you`re a fatter man than I am Gunga Din
They search every nook and cranny
For our Marshall Graziani
And we have to pin a note upon the door
We wouldn`t tell a fibby `ere
You can search all over Lybia
Grazie and `e doesn`t liby `ere anymore
No wanta no start-a the war
No wanta no fight-a the war
No wanta to leave my home in sunny Italy
I missa the macarone
I missa the ice cream cone
I missa my little Rosalie
No lika the barbed wire
No lika the spit-a-da-fire
No lika the great big guy from Australie
No lika badia
No lika Tobruk
No lika saloon
No lika b-book
Oh take-a me back to sunny Italy
Oh take-a me back to sunny Italy
Viva