She's painting the table....
Or maybe she's painting the roses red...?
Card painters:
Da dee dee da da da,
Doodle de do, dee do dee do,
bum bum bum bum,
Painting the roses red,
we’re painting the roses red,
we cannot stop or waste a drop,
so let the painting spread.
We’re painting the roses red,
we’re painting the roses red!
Painting the roses red,
a bitter tear we shed,
because we know they’ll seize to grow,
in fact they’ll soon be dead.
Noooo! And yet we go ahead,
painting the roses red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red. Painting the roses red,
we’re painting the roses red...
Alice:
Oh, pardon me, but mister Three,
why must you paint them red?
Card painters:
Huh? Oh! Well, the fact is, miss:
we planted the white roses by mistake.
And, the queen she likes them red.
If she saw what we said,
she’d raise her voice and each of us would quickly loose his head.
Alice: Goodness!
Card painters:
Since this is that what we dread,
we’re painting the roses red!
Alice:
Oh dear! Then let me help you!
Painting the roses red...
Alice & Card painters:
We’re painting the roses red.
Don’t tell the queen what you have seen,
or say that’s what we said,
what, we’re painting the roses red...
Alice: Yes, painting the roses red...
Card painters: Not pink, not green...
Alice: Not aqua-marine...
Alice & Card painters: We’re painting the roses red! |
