RODAN! RODAN!

Well, I went to a party, the food and tunes were fine.

For some unexplained reason it was held down in a mine.

We were Fruggin’, we were Freddyin’, we were doing the Can-Can.

But all the noise we made awoke the one they call Rodan.

Rodan! Rodan! Let’s all do the Rodan!

Rodan! Rodan! You can do it if you can!

We were all a little terrified when Rodan showed his face.

We were freaking and were screaming and un-Feng Shuiing the place.

That’s when my buddy Curt said hey why don’t we give Rodan a chance?

And Rodan began to fly around and show us all his dance.

Rodan! Rodan! Let’s all do the Rodan!

Rodan! Rodan! Be you a man or a woman!

See, all you gotta do is flap your arms around and shriek.

Then you grab a friend and devour them within your beak.

Fly around the room and dive bomb and throw things round in your talons.

It’s a blast and it ain’t even hard, if you’re up to the challenge.

Rodan! Rodan! Let’s all do the Rodan!

Rodan! Rodan! For a limited time span!

Now everybody’s flying round and everybody’s screaming.

Your parents’ faces disapprove but your gal’s face is beaming.

All your friends are dancing like the prehistoric flying lizard.

Everyone’s arms are a-flapping and their legs are all a-scissored.

Rodan! Rodan! Let’s all do the Rodan!

Rodan! Rodan! Ironically not big in Japan!

Rodan! Rodan! Let’s all do the Rodan!

Rodan! Rodan! It’s part of your Master Plan!

Rodan! Rodan! Let’s all do the Rodan!

Rodan! Rodan! Rodan Rodan Rodan!