Stole and sold for a life of leisure
Green beetle bass done, run clean out of luck
Kick it live for the kids in Denver
But now he's gone from the big yellow rental truck
No chance for electrification
So he could cry his little single coil pickups out
Broadcast across this nation
Search and destroy a man, twist and shout
With my poor turtle, ready to rock, to roll
Poor turtle got stole
Poor turtle smiling in the summer sun
I know you're the one, you're the one
You're the one, you're the one
You're the one, you're the one
Dropped hard from the trunk of a pimping car
Skidding on the cold Colorado ice
I stuck on super secret
Ladybug style homing device
I follow the beeping signal
To a shack with a basement room
In and out, through a broken window
From a strum to a sonic boom
He's my poor turtle ready to rock and to roll
Poor turtle got stole
Poor turtle crying on the pawnshop wall
Ten dollars is all, that's all, that's all
I miss my poor, poor turtle
I mis my poor, poor turtle so much
I miss my poor, poor turtle
I mis my poor, poor turtle so much
And his darkness won't turn to day
He's shut tight in his hard shell case
I still don't know if he was guitar or bass
But we made music together
We made music together, oh yeah
