White Rabbit

(Written by: G. Slick)

Little Alice is on drugs again

They've bent her little mind

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

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 backward

The red Queen's off with her head

Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head, feed your head

She's dead