Painting the roses red   We're painting the roses red   We dare not stop   Or waste a drop   So let the paint be spread   We're painting the roses red   We're painting the roses red      Oh, painting the roses red   And many a tear we shed   Because we know   They'll cease to grow   In fact, they'll soon be dead   And yet we go ahead   Painting the roses red      Painting the roses red   We're painting the roses red   Oh, pardon me   But Mister Three   Why must you paint them red?      *talking*      Huh? Oh! Well, the fact is, Miss   We planted the white roses by mistake   And...      *singing*      The Queen she likes 'em red   If she saw white instead   She'd raise a fuss   And each of us   Would quickly lose his head   [Alice:Goodness!]   Since this is the part we dread   We're painting the roses red      [Alice:Oh, Dear! Then let me help you]   Painting the roses red   We're painting the roses red   Don't tell the Queen what you have seen   Or say that's what we said   But we're painting the roses red   Yes, painting the roses red   Not pink   Not green   Not aquamarine   We're painting the roses red!