Lyrics from Alice in Wonderland

"Alice in Wonderland"
"The Unbirthday Song"
"In a World of My Own"
"A-E-I-O-U"
"I'm Late"
"All in the Golden Afternoon"
"Twas Brillig"
"The Walrus and the Carpenter"
"The Caucus Race"
"We'll Smoke the Blighter Out"
"The Sailor's Hornpipe"
"Very Good Advice"
"How D'ye Do and Shake Hands"
"Old Father William"
"Painting the Roses Red"


Alice in Wonderland
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 Wonerland?
Over the hill or here or there?
I wonder where


The Unbirthday Song
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

Why then today's my unbirthday, too!
It is?
What a small world this is
In that case...

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!


In a World of My Own
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


A-E-I-O-U (The Caterpillar Song)
A-E-I-O-U
A-E-I-O-U
A-E-I-O-U

O-U-E-I-O-A
U-E-I-A
A-E-I-O-U


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


All in the Golden Afternoon
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
Twas Brillig
And the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe

Second Chorus

Twas Brillig
And the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe


The Walrus and the Carpenter
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Or, The Story of the Curious Oysters

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?! 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!

Well, now, uh, let me see
Ah, a loaf of bread is
What we chiefly need!
Listen, how 'bout some pepper and salt and vinegar, eh?
Well, yes, yes, splendid idea, ha ha!
Very good, indeed
Now, if your ready, Oysters, dear.
We can begin the feed.
Feed?!

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!

I, uh, weep for you. I (hic), oh excuse me
I deeply sympathise
For I've enjoyed your company, oh much more
Than you realize
Little Oysters? Little Oysters?

But answer, there came none
And this was scarcely odd because
They'd been eaten
Every one!

With cabbages and kings!
The End!


The Caucus Race
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 hte chase
Nothing could be drier
Than a jolly caucus race!


We'll Smoke the Blighter Out
Oh, ho ho
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!

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!


The Sailor's Hornpipe
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...


Very Good Advice
I give myself very good advice
But a 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?


How D'ye Do and Shake Hands
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!


Old Father William
"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" (repeat to fade)


Painting the Roses Red
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
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
Yes, painting the roses red
Not pink
Not green
Not aquamarine
We're painting the roses red!


Songs from The Jungle Book written by: Bob Hilliard, Sammy Fain, Oliver Wallace, Cy Coben, Winston Hibler, Ted Sears, Don Raye, Mac David, Al Hoffman, Jerry Livingston, and Lewis Carroll

Songs Performed by: Kathryn Beaumont (In a World of My Own, All in a Golden Afternoon, The Unbirthday Song, Very Good Advice, Painting the Roses Red); Jerry Colonna (The Unbirthday Song); Richard Haydn (A-E-I-O-U); Sterling Holloway (Twas Brillig); The Jud Conlon Chorus (Alice in Wonderland, The Caucus Race); The Mellomen (Painting the Roses Red); J. Pat O'malley (How D'ye Do and Shake Hands, The Walrus and the Carpenter, Old Father William); Bill Thompson (I'm Late, The Sailor's Hornpipe, The Caucus Race, We'll Smoke the Blighter Out); The Rythmaires (The Caucus Race); Ed Wynn (The Unbirthday Song); and the Walt Disney Chorus (All in the Golden Afternoon)


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