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 dormouse said,

Feed your head, feed your head