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She was gifted in warfare, sweet as a sparrow
Bom ba-ba bom bom bom bom
Her sword was truth, her faith her armour
Bom ba-ba bom bom bom bom
Oh Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc
There was a bone of contention about her gender
Was she male or female,
Or some weird hybrid, we dare not mention,
Where did the dominant genitals prevail?
Was the Maid of Orlиans a man-made maid?
Oh Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc
I think I love her - cos she's hot
I think I want her - quite a lot
And it's a pity that she's not - alive
They put her on the boil just like a lobster
Bom ba-ba bom bom bom bom
And cooked her up in a suit of
Tin tin-tin tin tin tin tin
Oh Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc
Oh Joan of Arc