Turtle Dean

Well this here’s a story for a friend of mine…

Lyrics

Kyle went to New York City
He left one thing behind
A hope, a dream, a request for a song
a tale as old as time

You see he was meeting an old friend
Not a friendship that I think you'd comprehend
'Cause he was green and he was mean

But he was Kyle's friend, Turtle Dean
And he always seemed to have a problem with me
You see, Kyle's friend, Turtle Dean
was only named that cause it rhymed with green

and I never listened, when he said "It's Brian"

So after a few months went by
And they shared some ice cream cones on a coney island night
Dean said "hey did you ever get that song"
"My boy don't you dare do me wrong"

You see he had an attitude from being infertile
Not really a cowabunga turtle
a real mean green machine

But he was Kyle's friend, Turtle Dean
And he always seemed to have a problem with me
You see, Kyle's friend, Turtle Dean
was only named that cause it rhymed with machine

and I never listened, when he said "It's Brian"

Kyle packed his bags and said "well Dean it's time"
Dean said "Kyle, I swear to God if you cross that county line"
"It'll be the last you ever see a turtle shell this fine"
And he was right, and Kyle left, and then Dean cried

Cause he was Kyle's friend Turtle Dean
And it wasn't, that he had a problem with me
He'd be infertile all his life you see
Cause turtles weren't meant to be with human beings

and I never listened, when he said, "I'm into people"