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