Joan of Arc Lyrics

(Platoon, fall 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, I let you stay Moss in the mornin' might be way Chase! Learned Finely Earn your ray Might be they Lucky day No! How could you ever moss it down? Extra often is not my sound She better hope that you better mind Mix me over my, let be wide! (Why!) Half a hen made make me