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!