"Marchin'" as written by Damon Sharpe, Simon Brenting, Greg Lawson and Jonas Jeberg....
Ha!
Uh!
Oh!
Woo!
Ha come on!
This one here ah cheeta
I'm talking on the meda
I'm throwing on my sneeka's
'Cause it's hot!
It's like I caught ah fever
And I'm ready to burn
I gotta get up on my feet
'Cause I'm marching
To the beat of my own drum
I'm banging 'til the job gets done
'Cause I'm marching
To the beat of my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowed go dumb

dumb dumb dum, dum, dumb da dumb dum, dumb
It's like ah snagrum kind of
My feet are speaking rhythm
And not fooling withem
I could keep it moving
Can you keep up with me?
'Cause when I set the tempo
Can you play at my speed?

'Cause I'm marching
To the beat of my own drum
I'm banging 'til the job gets done
'Cause I'm marching
To the beat of my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowed go dumb
Dumb dumb dum, dum, dumb da dumb dum, dumb
I'm marching to the beat
So fast so you can't see my feet
I becha at the edge of your seats
I'm marching to the beat
Do fast so you can't see my feet
I becha at the edge of your seats
Marching
Oh
Ya
Can you feel it?
Marching yo
To the beat on my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowd go
'Cause I'm marching
To the beat of my own drum
I'm banging 'til the job gets done
'Cause I'm marching
To the beat of my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowed go dumb


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"Marchin'" as written by Greg Lawson Jonas Jeberg

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