One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell him a hooka-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
And call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard get up tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen is off with her head
Remember what the doormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head