The Island of Dr. Moreau

This is my stop I’m getting off whilst I still can
Someone hit the button don’t let me deviate from this plan
There’s a seven-toed sloth who won’t relinquish his grip on me
In need of a pedicure, a good old scrub
And a date with Alice and Co. At her infamous tea party

I’m not a squid and I don’t have two hearts
Oh what a biological remedy to have from the start
I’m a regular human in a void inside this diving bell
With a painted smile set response that reads
Fine thank you, fare thee well

Wrap your warm loving tentacles around me
To the island of Dr. Moreau, to the island of Dr. Moreau we’ll go
Arm in tentacle, ventricle around ventricle

I’m not a squid and I don’t have two hearts
Oh what a biological remedy to have from the start
(Cue octopus choir)