Strong Bad Trogdor

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!
And their thatched-roof COTTAGES!

THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!

(Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos!
It's like, Squeadly versus Meadley over here.
Go Squeadly!
Go Squeadly!
SQUEADLY WINS!)

When all the land is in ruin,
And burnination has forsaken the countryside,
Only one guy will remain.

My money's on TROGDOR!
TROGDOR!

And the Trogdor comes in the NIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!