One pill makes you larger
cnd one pill makes you small
cnd the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask clice
When she's ten feet tall
cnd if you go chasing rabbits
cnd you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call clice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
cnd you've just had some kind of mushroom
cnd your mind is moving low
Go ask clice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
cnd the White Knight is talking backwards
cnd the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head