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 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