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