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
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?
"Huh? Oh! Well... The fact is, Miss, we planted the white roses by mistake and..."
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
"Goodness!"
Since this is the part we dread
We're painting the roses red
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!
