(Verse 1) In our tavern late one night, We saw a curious, awkward sight, Xander the monk, all slow and calm, Was busy strokin' with his leathery palm! (Chorus) Oh, Xander’s strokin’ in every room, With a grin on his face, just bringin’ the doom! From the bar to the halls, he’s takin' his time, Our tortle’s got rhythm but not much rhyme! (Verse 2) The dining room? Oh, he’s been there! The storage room? He doesn’t care! The wine cellar's cool, but Xander’s still hot, Strokin' himself right on the spot! (Chorus) Oh, Xander’s strokin’ in every room, With a grin on his face, just bringin’ the doom! From the bar to the halls, he’s takin' his time, Our tortle’s got rhythm but not much rhyme! (Bridge) We told him to stop, but he just chuckled, That tortle monk? He’s never buckled! “Just meditatin',” he coolly said, While strokin' his shell and shakin' his head! (Chorus) Oh, Xander’s strokin’ in every room, With a grin on his face, just bringin’ the doom! From the bar to the halls, he’s takin' his time, Our tortle’s got rhythm but not much rhyme! (Outro) So if you see him, just don’t ask why, Xander’s strokin’ ‘til the day he’ll die! In Poisinn’s walls, he’ll always be, Our strokin' tortle, wild and free!
