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...