Hit the Beach - The Swingers

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…