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   Theat we'll go straight down the rabbit hole   There we go       I've been meaning to tell you   A sentimental thing that occured to me   I've been wanting 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   With nowhere else to go       lalalalala...      A sentimental thing   A sentimental thing   A sentimental thing