Alice in Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland (Fain / Hillard)

Alice in Wonderland
how do you get to Wonderland ?
over the hill or underland
or just behind the tree ?

When clouds go rolling by
they roll away and leave the sky
where is the land beyond the eye
that people cannot see
where can it be ?

Where do stars go ?
where is the crescent moon ?
they must be somewhere
in the sunny afternoon

Alice in Wonderland
where is the path to Wonderland ?
over the hill or here or there ?
I wonder where

Finale:
Alice in Wonderland
where is the path to Wonderland ?
over the hill or here or there
I wonder where

In a world of my own (Fain / Hillard)

Cats and rabbits
would reside in fancy little houses
and be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers
in a world of my own

All the flowers
would have very extra special powers
they would sit and talk to me for hours
when I'm lonely in a world of my own

There'd be new birds
lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds
everyone would have a dozen bluebirds
within that world of my own

I could listen to a babbling brook
and hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
because my world would be a wonderland

I'm late (Fain / Hillard)

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, I'm overdue
I'm really in a stew
no time to say goodbye, hello
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late

The sailors hornpipe (trad. / arr. Wallace / Sears)

Oh, a sailor's life is the life for me
how I love to sail o'er the bounding sea
and I never, never, ever do a thing about the weather
for the weather never ever does a thing for me

Oh, a sailor's life is the life for me
tiddle-ee-um pom pom deedle dum dum dee
and I never ne .... ahoy !

The cactus race (Fain / Hillard)

Forward, backward, inward, outward, come and join the chase
nothing could be drier than a jolly caucus race
backward, forward, outward, inward, bottom to the top
never a beginning, there can never be a stop

To skipping, hopping, tripping fancy free and gay
started it tomorrow but will finish yesterday
'round and 'round and 'round we go until forevermore
for once we were behind but now we find we are be-

Foreward, backward, inward, outward, come and joing the chase
nothing could be drier than a jolly caucus race

Finale:
Forward, backward, inward, outward, here we go again
no one ever looses and no one can ever win
backward, forward, outward, inward, bottom to the top
there’s never a beginning, there can never be a stop

How d'ye do and shake hands (Wallace / Coben)

How d'ye do and shake hands, shake hands, shake hands
how d'ye do and shake hands
state your name and business
that's manners

The walrus and the carpenter (Fain / Hillard)

The sun was shining on the sea, shing with all his might
he did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright
and this is odd because it was the middle of the night

The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand
the beach was wide from side to side but much too full of sand
Mr. Walrus, said the Carpenter, my brain begins to perk
we'll sweep this clear in 'alf a year if you don't mind the work
work ? (cough) prrrr

The time has come", the Walrus said "to talk of other things
of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings
calloo-callay, no work today, we're cabbages and kings"

Oh-uh Oysters, come and walk with us, the day is warm and bright
a pleasant walk, a pleasant talk would be a sheer delight
yes, and should we get hungry on the way we'll stop and, uh, have a bite ?

But Mother Oyster winked her eye and shook her hairy head
she knew too well this was no time to leave her oyster bed
the sea is nice, take my advice and stay right here, Mum said
yes yes, of course, of course, but, uh ha ha

The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things
of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boilong hot and whether pigs have wings, ha ha
callo-callay, come, run away with cabbages and kings

.......

Oh, yes, the time has come, my little friends to talk of food and things
of peppercorns and mustard seeds and other seasonings
we'll mix 'em all together in a sauce that's fit for kings
calloo-callay, we'll eat today like cabbages and kings

.......

With cabbages and kings
the End

Father William (Wallace / Sears)

You are old Father William, the young man said
and your hair has become very white
and yet you insistantly stand on your head
do you think that your age is right, is right
do you think that your age is right ?

Well, in me you, Father William replied to his son
I'd do it again and again and again and again and again
and again and again and again and again and again

We'll smoke the blighter out (Wallace / Sears)

Oh, we'll smoke the blighter out
we'll put the beast to rout
some kindling, just a stick or two
ah, this bit of rubbish ought to do
we'll smoke the blighter out
we'll smoke the monster out

Oh, we'll roast the blighter's toes
we'll toast the bounder's nose
just fetch that gate, we'll make it clear
that monsters aren't welcome here
without a single doubt
we'll smoke the monster out
we'll smoke the monster out

All in the golden afternoon (Fain / Hillard)

Little bread 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
string of violets all in tune
tiger lillies love the dandelions
in the golden afternoon
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

All in the golden afternoon
the golden afternoon

Oh, 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

'Twas brillig (Raye / De Paul)

'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the momeraths outgrabe

(And the momeraths outgrabe)

The Unbirthday Song (David / Hoffman / Livingston)

A very know what day today is tea forget of us ?
a very merry unbirthday
a very merry unbirthday
a very merry unbirthday to us

........

A very merry unbirthday to me - to who ? - to me - oh you
a very merry unbirthday to you - who me ? - yes, you - oh me
let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea
a very merry unbirthday to you

Now statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday
imagine, just one birthday every year
oh, but there are three-hundred and sixety four unbirthdays
precisely why we're gathered here to cheer

A very merry unbirthday - to me ? - to you
a very merry unbirthday - for me ! - for you
now, blow the candle out my dear and make your wish come true
a very merry unbirthday to you

........

A very merry unbirthday to us, to us
a very merry unbirthday to us, to us ....

Very good advice (Fain / Hillard)

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 known there'd be a price to pay
some day, some day

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, learn to do the things I should ?)

Painting the roses red (Fain / Hillard)

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, paiting the roses red
and many a tear we shed
because we know they'll cease to grow
in fact, they'll soon be dead (nooo)
and yet we go ahead
painting the roses red, red, red, red
red, red, red, 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

........

Who's been painting my roses red ?
who's been painting my roses red ?
who dares to taint, with vulgar paint
the royal flower bed ?
for painting my roses red
someone will loose his head

They're going to loose their heads
for painting the roses red
it serves them right, they planted white
the roses should be red
they're going to loose their head
SILENCE !!!