A Son of the Rock

This one says it all about the ingestion of strange substances. A feature of the 1960s I’m told. (Not me, Officer. On my life.)

“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.
Recall Alice/When she was just small.

When 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 sloppy 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.”

Jefferson Airplane: White Rabbit