Hes not a sculptor like they say Tho he looks like hes molded out of potters clay A prehistoric monster from by-gone days But he dont really mind it all anyway



Hey Come On Yeah, etc...



He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He cant fake it because hes got a beak on Hes 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 Hes got his trunk packed up ready for the flight That pterodactyl knows he dont fly by night



Right Come On Yeah, and so on ...



He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He cant fake it because hes got a beak on Hes 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 whod you eat today Leave em out to decay Thats why theyre draggin the bay



Oh but aint that the way Hes a member of the NRA



Hey Hey Whatd I say Thats why theyre draggin the bay



Oh but aint that the way

Tell me whatd I say