Bum bum bum bum 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! 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 that's what you've seen Or tell her what we've said! We're painting the roses red Yes, painting the roses red! Not pink - Not green - Not aquamarine! We're painting the roses red!