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