Left, right, left, right, left!
Another day of remembering things to do
what to say, where to go, forget it all,
I no longer know.
What was the order again?
Left right right left right...
All of a sudden right doesn't seem so right.
I look around and see
My mates all know the order of the footing,
The exact degree of each turn,
and the distance of each step.
What if I don't want to follow and want to lead.
Why don't I have a choice?
The sergeant yells in the loudest voice
It all floods back and I remember again:
Left, right, left, right, left.