I’m a great turtle, Alice. I’m laissez-faire Beneath my terrapace is a palatial layer I don’t want to see inside of you But I’ll stick my head into a bottle Got nothing on me Mister Magoo I could never see for a good goddamn I’m a great turtle Some kinds of love comes from an ailing mind Other kinds of love should be left behind I don’t want to see inside of you But I’ll stick my head into a bottle Got nothing on me Mister Magoo I could never see for a good goddamn I’m a great turtle If nothing ever comes out as planned Then I’m never coming out again I don’t want to see inside of you But I’ll stick my head into a bottle Got nothing on me Mister Magoo I could never see for a good goddamn I’m a great turtle