Ok, pamplemousse, baguette and brie Are you ready? I'm Joan Of Arc from Domremy, religious visions came ter me GOd said 'Save France from the English' and make Dauphin Charles, king Dauphin means heir to the throne, but England claimed the crown as their own We had a hundred years of war This girl had to do something So I did it like a dude, cut my hair Gave up wearing dresses, bought a pair Of trousers, no blouses Said I wanna fight Angleterre Charles let me join the army, army, army Know that might sound barmy, barmy, barmy I proved impressive Hit by an arrow a-a-and lived English troops I over ranny, ranny, ranny Defeated them at Patay, Patay, Patay We saved Orle-eans and Charles was crowned tres bon Me leading troops- a long shot But I was a lucky mascot Inspired soldiers with brav-er-y Fought injured and sur-vived But in 1430, Burgundians captured me King Charles couldn't pay my ransom No-one told me, why Being prisoner was not my style, tried escaping from my capture's vile But then the English who fought me, bought me! Made me stand, trial So where was King Charlie, Charlie, Charlie? He'd given up and left me, left me, left me In the Engli-ish snare Whole thing so un-fair They put me in a uh- hu? N-nunnery They said don't be uh-hu? F-funnery If you dress like a-a male We'll put you in men's jail Joan of Arc? You're charged with sorcery You're just jealous cos God speaks ter me Say you speak to saints? In this discourse? What language do they speak? French o'course Pah! Now you're in prison, they have failed yer I say it's God's plan that you're my jailer Here's a trick question in that case Do you think you're in God's grace? If I am not, may God put me there, and if I am, may God so keep me Oh your smart remarks go round the houses You're guilty of heresy( and wearing men's trousers) Despite my testimony, mony, mony Condemned for reasons phony, phony, phony But my will did no-ot break So they tied me to a-a stake Burned alive was my destiny, tiny, tiny And here is the irony, rony, rony My death led France to put on war paint And crush the English so now, I'm a saint