Swingers Hit The Beach
Sixth of June, Nineteen Fourty-Four We're off the coast, we're off the shore Of Normandy! We're going to hit the beach Men and machines, and ships of war Hoping to blast their way through the door To liberty - Allied Victory la-la-lala la-da-genie, la-la-lala la-da-genie Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! oh oh Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Men around me, men I know Got their stomachs in the throats But they don't let it show, no-no-no! I got my carbine, I got my bayonet, I got my hand grenades And my steel helmet And a picture of my girl, and a picture of my girl la-la-lala la-da-genie, la-la-lala la-da-genie Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! oh oh Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! And now we're going in, we wanna get blown away don't wanna die It's too late now, the ramp goes down No turning back, we're going in All around me I see death and destruction, and the sea is red with blood Pushing through the waves, through the blinding smoke God it's raining steel Soldier in front of me is terrified, he doesn't want to die I don't want to die! Three seconds later, shrapenl wipes off his face, and it goes floating by whoa-oh-oh, oh, oh Hit the Beach! oh-oh-oh, oh oh-o Hit the Beach! there are bodies and there are bullets but they're exploding into little bits god I mean it, oh god I mean it Hit the Beach! I Hit the Beach...
