Curiouser and curiouser I find I grow curiouser But each time I ask a question Why there's no reply Some days are gloriouser and gloriouser They can't be more gloriouser But, soon, as those days begin to die I'm back to why Curiouser and curiouser What does it mean? Where am I going? Where have I been? Curiouser and curiouser The world makes me curiouser I've so many dreams that come and go Why is it so? Does no one know? Curiouser and curiouser What does it mean? Where am I going? Where have I been? Curiouser and curiouser The world makes me curiouser I've so many dreams that come and go Why is it so? Does no one know?