Main Title (Alice in Wondlerland)

Pay Attention / In a World of My Own

I'm Late

Curiosity Leads to Trouble / Simply Impassable

The Sailor's Hornpipe / The Caucus Race

We're Not Waxworks

How D'Ye Do and Shake Hands / Curious?

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Old Father William

Mary Ann! / A Lizard with a Ladder / We'll Smoke the Blighter Out

The Garden / All in the Golden Afternoon

What Genus Are You?

A-E-I-O-U (The Caterpillar Song / Who R U / How Doth the Little Crocodile / Keep Your Temper

A Serpent!

Alone Again / 'Twas Brillig / Lose Something

The Mad Tea Party / The Unbirthday Song / Twinkle Twinkle / Clean Cup Move Down / Mad Watch

The Tulgey Wood

Very Good Advice

Whom Did You Expect

Painting the Roses Red / March of the Cards

The Queen of Hearts / Who's Been Painting My Roses Red?

A Little Girl / Let the Game Begin / I Warn You Child

The Trial / The Unbirthday Song (Reprise) / Rule 42 / Off with Her Head / The Caucus Race (Reprise) / Please Wake Up Alice / Time for Tea / Finale (Alice in Wonderland)

Music: Sammy Fain Lyrics: Bob Hilliard

Alice in Wonderland
How do you get to Wonderland
Over the hill or underland
Or just behind a tree

When clouds go rolling by
They roll away and leave the sky
Where is the land behind the eye
People cannot see

Where can you see
Where do the 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

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

Music: Sammy Fain Lyrics: Bob Hilliard

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 reallyin a stew.
No time to say goodbye, hello!
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!

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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...

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!

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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!

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!

"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)

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!

All In the Golden Afternoon
Music: Sammy Fain Lyrics: Bob Hilliard

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

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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

How Doth the Little Crocodile

How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail.
And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale.
How cheer... how cheer... Ahem!

How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws.
And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.

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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 Unbirthday Song

...to us. If there are no objections, let it be unanimous!
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.
Ahhh, but there are 364 unbirthdays!
Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer!
Why, then today is 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! Hihihi!
A very merry unbirthday to you!

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, how I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly, like a tea-tray in the sky!

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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?

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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, painting 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!

Who's Been Painting My Roses Red?

Who's been painting my roses red?
Who's been painting my roses red?
Who dares to paint the 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 Three!
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
But roses should be red
Oh, they're going to lose their heads

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The Unbirthday Song (Reprise)

A very merry unbirthday!
To me?
Oh no!
To you! A very merry unbirthday!
For me?
For you!
Now blow the candle out, my dear and make your wish come true! He he he.
A very merry unbirthday, to you!

The Caucus Race (Reprise)

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...

Finale (Alice in Wonderland)

Alice in Wonderland, over the hill or here or there, I wonder where.

Alice in Wonderland, how do you get to Wonderland?
Over the hill or under land, or just behind the tree?
Alice in Wonderland, where is the path to Wonderland?
Over the hill or here or there, I wonder where.

Alice In Wonderland Script