Texty: Corbin Bleu. Marchin'.

Ha!
Uhh!
Oooh!
Whoo!
Ha come on!
This one here ah cheeta
I'm talkin on the meda
I'm throwin on my sneeka's
Cause it's hot!
It's like I caught ah feva
And I'm ready ta burn
I gottta get up on my feet
Cause I'm marchin
To the beat of my own drum
I'm bangin til the job gets done
Cause I'm marchin
To the beat of my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowed go dum

Dum dum dum..dum..dum da dum dum..dum
Its like ah snagrum kidna
My feet are speakin rhythm s
And not foolin withem
I could keep it movein
Can ya keep up with me
Cause when I set the temple
Can you play at my speed

Cause I'm marchin
To the beat of my own drum
I'm bangin til the job gets done
Cause I'm marchin
To the beat of my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowed go dum
Dum dum dum..dum..dum da dum dum..dum
I'm marchin to the beat
So fast so ya cant see my feet
I becha at the edge of ya seats
I'm marchin to the beat
Do fast so ya cant see my feet
I becha at the edge of ya seets
Marrrrrchin
Oooo
Ya
Can u feel it
Marchin yo
To the beat on my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowd gooo
Cause I'm marchin
To the beat of my own drum
I'm bangin til the job gets done
Cause I'm marchin
To the beat of my own drum
My rhythm makes the crowed go dum