An Armani suit makes you prosper,
Those budget ones make you crawl,
And those your mother gave you -
They're the worst of all.
Go ask Alice,
When she's not taking a call.

And if you go,
Chasing profits,
And you know you're about to fall,
Tell them a prominent new-age thinker,
Has given you the call,
Go ask Alice,
When she's behind the mirrored wall.

And when the men in the boardroom,
Get up and tell you where to go,
And your new computer software,
Just keeps a-scrolling along,
Go ask Alice,
I think she'll know.

When illogic, and distortion,
have all gone from black to red,
And the comptroller is chanting curses,
And the CEO is playing dead,
Remember -
What the door-man said:
"Get Ahead," (by any means possible)
"Get Ahead."