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 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
has given you the call;
To call Alice, when she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
get up and tell you where to go;
And you've just had some kind of mushroom,
and your mind is moving low;
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's off with her head;
Remember what the doormouse said,
Feed your head . . . Feed your head
