In the morning there´s a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass
And between your thighs And it´s written no small surprise Let´s straight down the rabbit hole There we go I´ve been meaning to tell you A sentimental thing that occurred to me I´ve been waiting to show you A set of photographs That´ll make you laugh and smile
You might wanna stick one on his nose Around his teeth, down this drug hole of him They´ve nowhere else to go
In the morning there´s a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass
And between your thighs And it´s written no small surprise Let´s straight down the rabbit hole There we go
I´ve been meaning to tell you A sentimental thing that occurred to me I´ve been waiting to show you A set of photographs