A Mexican Marine with a love for the sea,
And a taste for something that sets him free,
His heart beats strong, his spirits high,
As he sips on Hennessy, under the sky.

The waves may crash, the winds may blow,
But he remains steadfast, with a golden glow,
A drink in hand, his thoughts at ease,
As he watches over the endless seas.

With every sip, he feels a sense of calm,
A sweet escape from life's daily qualm,
The amber liquid warms his soul,
And makes him feel complete and whole.

For this Mexican Marine, Hennessy's a treat,
A drink that makes his heart skip a beat,
And though he fights for his country's pride,
He finds solace in this drink by his side.

So raise a glass to this brave Marine,
Who stands guard, with a love for Hennessy so keen,
May he find strength and courage every day,
As he defends his country, come what may.

Benny sits alone, bottle in hand,
Sipping on Henny, feeling grand,
The amber liquid swirls inside,
His worries fade, his troubles subside.

He takes a sip, the taste divine,
Smooth and warm, a perfect wine,
His mind drifts away to distant shores,
A world of peace, without any wars.

Benny drinks and the hours fly,
His spirits lifted, he can touch the sky,
The liquid fire warms his soul,
His body relaxed, he's lost control.

As he drains the bottle to the last drop,
He feels a warmth that will never stop,
And though he knows he'll pay the price,
He raises his glass, and drinks to life.
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Benny on the Henny, oh what a sight,
A drink in his hand, his eyes shining bright,
The world seems to slow, as he takes a sip,
And he forgets his worries, as he feels the tip.

He laughs and he jokes, with a smile on his face,
As the Henny takes hold, and he picks up the pace,
The room spins around him, but he's in control,
And he dances to the beat, like a joyful soul.

Benny on the Henny, his troubles all gone,
He sings and he sways, to a beautiful song,
His voice echoes through the night, like a gentle breeze,
And he feels the warmth of the drink, like a soft embrace.

But as the night wears on, Benny begins to see,
That the Henny has its limits, and he must let it be,
He stumbles and he falters, but he keeps a smile,
As he says goodbye to the Henny, for just a little while.

Benny on the Henny, a memory to keep,
A moment of joy, that was warm and deep,
And though he may forget, the feeling won't fade,
For Benny on the Henny, will always have stayed.