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?
Well the fact is, Miss
We planted the white roses by mistake!
And
The queen she likes them red
If she saw white instead
She'd raise her voice
And each of us would quickly lose his head!
Goodness!
Since this is the thought 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
We're painting the roses red
Yes, painting the roses red
Not pink, not green, not aquamarine
We're painting the roses red!
Who's been painting my roses red?
Who's been painting my roses red?
Who dares to paint with vulgar paint
The royal flower bed?
For painting my roses red
Someone will lose his head
Oh, no, your Majesty, please, it's all his fault!
Not me, your Grace! The Ace, the Ace!
You?
No, Two!
The deuce you say?
Not me! The trey!
That's enough! Off with their heads!
They're going to lose their heads
For painting the roses red
It serves them right
They planted white
And roses should be red
Oh, they're going to lose their heads
Silence!
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