Lyrics
I'm Late : A Very Merry Un-birthday : All in the Golden Afternoon : Painting the Roses Red : Very Good Advice
"I'm Late"
I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! No time to say "Hello", goodbye! I'm late! I'm late!! I'm late!!! No, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no! I'm overdue! I'm really in a stew! No time to say "goodbye" hello!
I'm late! I'm late!! I'm late!!!
"A Very Merry Un-birthday"
A very merry unbirthday to you, to you, A very merry unbirthday to you, to you, It's great to drink to someone , And I guess that you will do, A very merry unbirthday to you!
"All in the Golden Afternoon"
Littlebread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips, And the sun is like a toy balloon, There are get up in the morning glories, In the golden afternoon, There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside, Strings of violets are all in tune, Tiger lilies love the dandy lions, In the golden afternoon, There are dog and caterpillars and a copper centipede, Where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life, they lead, You can learn a lot of things from the flowers, For especially in the month of June, There's a wealth of happiness and romance, All in the golden afternoon, You can learn a lot of things from the flowers, For especially in the month of June, There's a wealth of happiness and romance, All in the golden afternoon
"Painting the Roses Red"
Bum bum bum bum, We're 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!
We're full of dread, 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! We're 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. She'd see they're not all red, 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! We're 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!
"Very Good Advice"
I give myself very good advice, But I very seldom follow it, That explains the trouble that I'm always in, Be patient, is very good advice, But the waiting makes me curious, And I'd love the change, Should something strange begin, Well I went along my merry way, And I never stopped to reason, I should have know there'd be a price to pay, Someday...someday, I give myself very good advice, But I very seldom follow it, Will I ever learn to do the things I should? Will I ever learn to do the things I should?
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