TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!
Trogdor was a man
I mean, he was a dragon man
Or maybe he was just a dragon
But he was still TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!
Burninating the countryside
Burninating the peasants
Burninating all the peoples
In the thatched-roof COTTAGES!
THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!
{guitar solo starts up}
{spoken}
Whoa! Listen to those wicked dueling guitar solos! It's like squeedly vs. meedly over here. Go squeedly! Go squeedly! SQUEEDLY WINS!
When all the land is in ruin
And burnination has forsaken the countryside
Only one guy will remain
My money's on
{singing}
TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!
{spoken}
And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIIGHT!
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