| He’s a normal human father
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| Who wears a normal suit
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| And has a not-so-normal salty smell.
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| He’s grilling for his family—
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| —and none of them can tell…
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| …that Octodad’s an octopus,
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| 'Cause he’s disguised so well.
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| Octodad’s a pro at grilling!
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| A master of the meat!
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| His burgers are a work of beefy art!
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| The juices make them sticky
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| And tough to pull apart…
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| But every burger’s made
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| With lots of love and octoheart!
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| He’s allergic to black pepper,
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| But still a seasoned chef;
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| A natural with a spatula and flame!
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| He’ll flip each tasty burger,
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| And sear each side the same…
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| …he's a gastronomic cephalopod
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| And Octodad’s his name!
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| Octodad is getting thirsty…
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| There’s lemonade nearby.
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| He’ll grab a glass and pour himself a drink.
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| Something smells a little smokey…
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| I can’t imagine why,
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| But the grill has caused a burning beefy stink-
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| Octodads burgers are burning!
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| The grill’s ablaze!
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| That hot sauce is not helping
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| Save those flammable entrees!
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| Wait! |
| That cloth is far too flimsy
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| To put out your burning meal!
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| Watch the wind! |
| And mind your step
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| For that banana peel! |