Strong Bad - Trogdor lyrics

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! Trogdor! Burninating the countryside, Burninating the peasants Burninating all the peoples And their thatched-roof cottages! Thatched-roof cottages! Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos It's like squeedly versus meedley over here Go squeedly! Go squeedly!! Squeedly wins!!! When all the land is in ruins And burnination has forsaken the countryside Only one guy will remain My money's on Trogdor! Trogdor! And the Trogdor comes in the night . . .