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Planet Of Pants Miscellaneous Rodan He�s not a sculptor like they say Tho� he looks like he�s molded out of potter�s clay A prehistoric monster from by-gone days But he don�t really mind it all anyway Hey Come On Yeah, etc... He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He can�t fake it because he�s got a beak on He�s got his grip on down Lived in Japan for most of his life He wanna take himself a trip just to see all the sights He�s got his trunk packed up ready for the flight That pterodactyl knows he don�t fly by night Right Come On Yeah, and so on ... He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He can�t fake it because he�s got a beak on He�s got his grip on Rodan Cruisin� Appalachia now look at him fly He spots a barbecue below, a couple redneck guys He wanna score some ribs and American pie When the sweat-stained honkies shot him outta the sky Hey who�d you eat today Leave �em out to decay That�s why they�re draggin� the bay Oh but ain�t that the way He�s a member of the NRA Hey Hey What�d I say That�s why they�re draggin� the bay Oh but ain�t that the way Tell me what�d I say |
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