No Lika Da War
Composer(s): Stanley Holloway; Nesham
Performer(s): Stanley Holloway



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 qualità
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!