Morris & His Turtle Songtext
von Poogy

Long ago when he was young
He was really kind of dumb
But he always said, "Hello" and closed the door
He made fire out of sticks
And some other cleaver tricks
And was basically a scintillating bore

Then one day when he was ten
Coming slowly ′round the bed
He encountered what appeared to be a shell
But when he took a second glance
In his heart, he felt romance
He decided he would call the turtle Mel

'Cause he found him, right on the street
He was crawling, on his feet
And when you find yourself a turtle
And you don′t know what to do
The best thing is to take him home with you

Why don't you play the music?
Why don't you play the music?


Simultaneously, they grew
And together they ate soup
What apparently do lessen where they′re sowing
Mel and Morris were a team
They were perfect like a dream
They succeeded in whatever they were doing

Then one morning half asleep
Morris got up on his feet
Just to check on turtle Mel, who wasn′t snoring
But when he opened up the drawer
Like so many times before
Only this time Melvin's presence wasn′t showing

'Cause he found him, right on the street
He was crawling, on his feet
And when you find yourself a turtle
And you don′t know what to do
The best thing is to take him home with you

Why don't you play the music?
Why don′t you play the music?

Well, this really took some nerve
Morris painfully observed
And away he went to find his rebel tortoise
Searching high and searching low
Braving rain and fighting snow
Morris covered far more ground than even Moses


Then while passing through a field
There was laughter that seemed real
And it sounded like a party on some farm
But when he looked behind his tree
He was quite surprised to see
Good old Melvin in somebody else's arms

'Cause he found him right on the street
He was crawling on his feet
And when you find yourself a turtle
And you don′t know what to do
The best thing is to take him home with you

Why don′t you play the music?
Why don't you play the music?

Being a turt- (let′s try again)
Being a turt- (let's try again)
Being a turtle is a drag
Melvin tried to chew the rag
Though by then it seemed that Morris lost his interest
And two weeks later he was seen
With his frank and wealthy means
Who was formerly a very gorgeous princess

′Cause he found him right on the street
He was crawling on his feet
But when your tortoise starts complaining
And he's making quite a fuss
Try putting him beneath a moving bus

And if you need more ideas
Just ask ol′ Morris