Through the looking glass

Can you hear over the buzz of flies

Between the pillows and the skies

That beg into your eyes

Through the looking glass

In between your thighs

A talking cat's no great surprise

As we go straight down the rabbit hole

There we go

I've been meaning to tell you

A sentimental thing that occurred to me

I was wanting to show you

A set of photographs

That'll make you laugh or smile

You might wanna stick one on his nose

Or ram his teeth down his drug hole

There's nowhere else for teeth to go

Scottish fiver up his nose

Haven't seen his face

Since oh so long ago

I was there to sing but I didn't dare

His lips are blue, his eyes are closed

I've been meaning to tell you

A sentimental thing that occurred to me

Yeah, I was wanting to show you

A set of photographs

The moment came and went too fast

What the papers say, oh, it isn't true

There's no more shouting, no more pouting for you