Joan of Arc

My left My lefty Come on you knuckleheads Move it move it move it Moss in the mornin, lets you in Is it a field day (feel they?), make me sin It's only warm my, let you stay Moss in the mornin, might be waaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy! Chase! Learn-ed (your name?) Finely Earn your ray Might be they Lucky day Noooooooooooooooooo! How could you ever, moss it down Extra ordin is, not my sound She better hope, that you better mind Mix me over my, debt (left, let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)