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Oh, Murpinator, the seaturtle bold,
Sippin' on coffee, never gets old.
In the ocean waves and the salty air,
A coffee lover beyond compare.
(Chorus)
Sailin' the seas, with a mug in hand,
Murpinator, the coffee command.
From sunrise brews to the midnight black,
In the caffeine currents, there's no lack.
(Verse 2)
Through the coral reefs, where the coffee beans grow,
Murpinator's addiction begins to show.
Espresso waves crash on the sandy shore,
A coffee obsession forevermore.
(Chorus)
Sailin' the seas, with a mug in hand,
Murpinator, the coffee command.
From sunrise brews to the midnight black,
In the caffeine currents, there's no lack.
In the galley, with a percolating sound,
Murpinator's java passion is renowned.
A sea of mugs, as far as eyes can see,
Coffee-fueled adventures for Murp and thee.
(Verse 3)
Stormy weather or a gentle breeze,
Murpinator enjoys his mug with ease.
A turtle of the sea, and a coffee devotee,
In the vast blue, where the coffee flows free.
(Chorus)
Sailin' the seas, with a mug in hand,
Murpinator, the coffee command.
From sunrise brews to the midnight black,
In the caffeine currents, there's no lack.
(Outro)
So here's to Murpinator, our caffeinated friend,
In the sea of java, may his journeys never end.
With a cup raised high, under the sun's warm glow,
A seaturtle's chanty, for Murp we go!