Lyrics of Joan of arc

Platoon, file in
Come on, you knuckleheads
Move it, move it, move it

Moss in the mornin' lets you in
Is it a field day? make me sin
It's only warm, might let you stay
Moss in the mornin', might be way

Chase, learned
Finely, earn your ray
Might be bay
Lucky day, now

How could you ever moss it down?
Extra ordin is not my sound
She better hope that you better mind
Mix me over my left, be wide