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There’s only one person who agrees with me on everything, and, as I’m not running for office, that person is not on the ballot.
June 1, 2007 at 8:47 pm
I liked that! A person would have to be on something to get the lyrics, but still, I liked the beat of the music.
June 2, 2007 at 8:49 pm
(Grin) That’s what the lyrics were all about, Karen. I got them. Many times. One just has to listen closely . . .
“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 softly 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. Feed your head”
No, it’s not about aspirin.