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THE WOMBLING SONG Underground, overground, wombling free, The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we. Making good use of the things that we find, Things that the everyday folks leave behind. Uncle Bulgaria, He can remember the days when he wasn't behind the times, With his map of the world. Pick up the papers and take them to Tobermory! Wombles are organised, work as a team. Wombles are tidy and Wombles are clean. Underground, overground, wombling free, The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we! People don't notice us, they never see, Under their noses a Womble may be. We womble by night and we womble by day, Looking for litter to trundle away. We're so incredibly, utterly devious Making the most of everything. Even bottles and tins. Pick up the pieces and make them into something new, Is what we do! Underground, overground, wombling free, The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we. Making good use of the things that we find, Things that the everyday folks leave behind. REMEMBER YOURE A WOMBLE When the sun doesn't shine and it's cloudy and grey, And it's only the beginning of the wombling day, And you've got to do the washing up for Madame Cholet. Remember, remember, remember, remember Remember, remember, remember (member, member, member) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER, MEMBER, MEMBER WHAT A WOMBLE, WOMBLE WOMBLE YOU ARE. When it's foggy on the common and you just can't see, And I womble into you and you womble into me, Just remember we're so lucky to be wombling free. Remember, remember, remember, remember Remember, remember, remember (member, member, member) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER YOU'RE A WOMBLE (Remember you're a womble) REMEMBER, MEMBER, MEMBER WHAT A WOMBLE, WOMBLE WOMBLE YOU ARE. WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS I?e always had a thing about Fred Astaire, Tapping like a telegraph and dancing on air: They told me all you needed was a little bit of syncopation. So let my imagination take me away, Ginger Womble Rogers is Madame Cholet, And with my cast of thousands Ill Womble across the screen! So sing, sing, sing like a Womble, Dance, dance, dance like a Womble You're an entertainer from the head down To your WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS. So sing, sing, sing like a Womble, Dance, dance, dance like a Womble You're an entertainer from the head down To your WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS. From the Hollywood set the Broadway stage, Everybody tells me that I'm good for my age: I may be fat but I'm gonna be big some day. They'll give me a star on my dressing room door, My tapping technique will be hard to ignore, Dance to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm: So sing, sing, sing like a Womble, Dance, dance, dance like a Womble You're an entertainer from the head down To your WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS. So sing, sing, sing like a Womble, Dance, dance, dance like a Womble You're an entertainer from the head down To your WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS. Whoo, whoo, whoo, The Hollywood Train's on time, When you hear that whistle blowin' Womble up and see me some time! (instrumental) So sing, sing, sing like a Womble, Dance, dance, dance like a Womble You're an entertainer from the head down To your WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS. So sing, sing, sing like a Womble, Dance, dance, dance like a Womble You're an entertainer from the head down To your WOMBLING WHITE TIE AND TAILS. THE ORINOCO KID When I got to Kansas City there were people in the road, They knew the town was dirty but they didn't think it showed. I Wombled down the main street; there was silence all around, Nobody tried to stop me as I cleaned up the town. I was bold, I was brave, I was fearless, I was famous for the things that I did, I was quick on the draw as I tidied up the floor So they called me the ORINOCO KID. Well they send someone to meet me, name of Big John Womble-Wayne, He threw his cigar on the ground as he stepped down from the train. I stood up on my tiptoes and I look him in the chin, I said Please pick that litter up ad put it in the bin! I was bold, I was brave, I was fearless, I was famous for the things that I did, I was quick on the draw as I tidied up the floor So they called me the ORINOCO KID. The mountains rose around me for as far as I could see, My Tidy Bag was full and I was really Wombling free, I was riding down to Denver on the Colorado Sand, And I knew I was the Wildest Woolly Womble in the land. I was bold, I was brave, I was fearless, I was famous for the things that I did, I was quick on the draw as I tidied up the floor So they called me the ORINOCO KID. TO WIMBLEDON WITH LOVE I read a book two days ago which made me start to dream That I was a secret agent for Her Majesty the Queen. As I flew out of Paris into San Francisco Bay, I kept my Golden Tidy Bag beside me all the way. To Wimbledon With Love I'll fly to you. This is Secret Agent 00W. I've got the information, now I'll be coming home Meet me at the railway station - To Wimbledon With Love I built my reputation by risking my life each day, When the country was threatened by danger I was never very far away. Although I carried no weapon I was safer than you might think With a false moustache and magnifying glass and a bottle of invisible ink! To Wimbledon With Love I'll fly to you. This is Secret Agent 00W. I've got the information, now I'll be coming home Meet me at the railway station - To Wimbledon With Love WOMBLES ON PARADE Drill Can be a thrill, If you've got the inclination To conform to regulations you'll be there. Cleaning kit Can keep you fit, It's a feeling of elation To be moving in formation on the square. Oh, they say that the discipline is good for the soul, It's a thousand miles away from Rock and Roll. The massed band is convening on the corner, The music is waiting to be played, Come on along get your feet moving, The WOMBLES ARE ON PARADE. The top brass are saluting to the colours, The ladies are reclining in the shade, Come on along, get your boots on, The WOMBLES ARE ON PARADE! Please Stand at ease, For nothing quite relaxes Like the flutes and tenor saxes of the band: The sound Is all around, And it's nonsense to suggest That Alexander's was the best band in the land. When you hear the euphonium you can't forget, That it's just like dancing if you keep in step. The massed band is convening on the corner, The music is waiting to be played, Come on along get your feet moving, The WOMBLES ARE ON PARADE. The top brass are saluting to the colours, The ladies are reclining in the shade, Come on along, get your boots on, The WOMBLES ARE ON PARADE! Oh, they say that the discipline is good for the soul, It's a thousand miles away from Rock and Roll. The massed band is convening on the corner, The music is waiting to be played, Come on along get your feet moving, The WOMBLES ARE ON PARADE. The top brass are saluting to the colours, The ladies are reclining in the shade, Come on along, get your boots on, The WOMBLES ARE ON PARADE! DOWN AT THE BARBER SHOP (SINGING IN HARMONY) Down at the Barber Shop Wimbledon is jumping to the harmony razamataz. Oh it may be a dream On a Hollywood theme But Im really getting into the jazz. It's so appreciably, undeniably enjoyable when you're Wombling to the real thing Down at the Wimbledon Barber Shop (Singing in Harmony). Voices are flying Through the cool summer atmosphere, We're standing on the corner of the street, Oh it's good to be vibrant By the old fire hydrant While the sun is providing the heat. Sing high (sing low) it gives you the impression that the whole darned world is in paradise, When you Womble to the real thing Down at the Wimbledon Barber Shop (Singing in Harmony). Down at the Barber Shop Wimbledon is jumping to the harmony razamataz. Oh it may be a dream On a Hollywood theme But Im really getting into the jazz. It's so appreciably, undeniably enjoyable when you're Wombling to the real thing Down at the Wimbledon Barber Shop (Singing in Harmony). WELLINGTON GOES TO WATERLOO It was early one morning, the fish were jumping high, The policemen were in their uniforms, there were aeroplanes in the sky. Young Wellington raised his glasses to the sky of ever-so blue, Saying, let's collect some engine numbers down at Waterloo. A day off comes so seldom in a Womble's working year, That they like to make the most of them whenever they appear. So he put away his tidy bag and joined the breakfast queue, Saying, soon I'll be in London Town, down at Waterloo. Ooh, Ticket Collector, ticket collecting all day long, If you let me look at the engines, I'll sing you a Wombling song. So he wandered onto platform six, his notebook in his paw. He cleaned his glasses with a rag he found upon the floor. Just then a mighty pullman train came rattling into town, So Wellington whipped his notebook out and got the number down. Ooh, Ticket Collector, ticket collecting all day long, If you let me look at the engines, I'll sing you a Wombling song. The trains pulled in and out again, til Wellington? book filled up, So he poured his thermos flask of tea into his plastic cup. He assessed the situation as he sipped the steaming brew, It's so nice collecting engine numbers down at Waterloo. Ooh, Ticket Collector, ticket collecting all day long, If you let me look at the engines, Ill sing you a Wombling Song. NASHVILLE WOMBLES Kentucky may be famous for its rivers And Boston may be famous for its tea, But there's none quite as famous for that South Country Music As the Wombles down in Nashville Tennessee. And when banjo-picking Wombles start a-playing Anyone would find it hard to disagree, There's no sound in the World like the sound of the music From the Wombles down in Nashville Tennessee. Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine They sit beside the trash cans all in a line. Even when it's raining And the sun don't shine, Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine. If you want to try your hand at country music And you have no time for books and poetry, Youll have yourself a fine Finger-licking picking time With the Wombles down in Nashville Tennessee. Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine, They sit beside the trash cans all in a line. Even when it's raining And the sun don't shine, Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine. If you ever get the chance to go to Nashville Don't you throw away the opportunity, Take your guitar in your car And you might become a star Like the Wombles down in Nashville Tennessee. Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine They sit beside the trash cans all in a line. Even when it's raining And the sun don't shine, Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine. INVITATION TO THE PING-PONG BALL In the Alleyways of Peking and the streets of old Shanghai, The restaurants do good business and the Rickshaws rattle by, The Oriental Wombles fill the Chinese litter bins With nuts and bolts and boiling rice and old chop suey tins. You're invited to a Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. You're invited to a Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. From the Yangtse Kyang Basin to the Shantung Mountain Hills They exercise their Oriental litter-picking skills. There's an ancient Womble Proverb which they wing to the Yellow Seas; He who cleans the countryside deserves to be Chinese? You're invited to a Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. You're invited to a Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. All the harbour lights are shining and the band begins to play The chopsticks hit the drums so hard that you jump out of the way. Chinatown is moving to the Koto and the flute, And the sound of Shanghai Wombles eating crunchy bamboo shoots. You're invited to a Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. You're invited to a Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. NON STOP WOMBLING SUMMER PARTY Down in California where the Wombling days are long, And the sun shines high in the afternoon and they sing the Wombling song, Where they Womble on the beaches and the surfing Wombles play, It's a Surfside Wombling City as they take the litter away. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let's go down to the Summer Party, Non stop Wombling Summer Party We're gonna have some fun so now's your chance. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let's go down to the Summer Party Non stop Wombling Summer Party. Come on down to the Summer Party and dance, dance, dance. Doo wah, wah, wah Dance Doo wah, wah, wah The candy stalls are pretty, it's an All American Dream, But the hardest job in the U.S.A. is to keep the beaches clean. Well, Wombles may be furry, but they sure know how to sweep, Just look at the Womble Lifeguard as he flexes his physique. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let's go down to the Summer Party, Non stop Wombling Summer Party We're gonna have some fun so now's your chance. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let's go down to the Summer Party Non stop Wombling Summer Party. Come on down to the Summer Party and dance, dance, dance. Doo wah, wah, wah Dance Doo wah, wah, wah Dance Bah bah, bah, bah Keep on a Wombling, Bah, bah, bah, bah, Keep on a Wombling Bah, bah, bah, bah Keep on a Wombling, Bah, bah, bah, bah Keep on a Wombling, Bah, bah, bah. The blue refreshing waters cool the sleepy L.A. shores, And you feel so free with Californian sand beneath your paws. At night go down to the Womble Club, it's really worth the trip, Just a half a mile or so along the Sunset Strip. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let's go down to the Summer Party, Non stop Wombling Summer Party We're gonna have some fun so now's your chance. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let's go down to the Summer Party Non stop Wombling Summer Party. Come on down to the Summer Party and dance, dance, dance. Doo wah, wah, wah Dance Bah, bah, bah, bah Let? go down to the Summer Party, Non stop Wombling Summer Party We?e gonna have some fun so now? your chance. Bah, bah, bah, bah Let? go down to the Summer Party Non stop Wombling Summer Party. Come on down to the Summer Party and dance, dance, dance. Doo wah, wah, wah Dance Doo wah, wah, wah UNDERGROUND OVERTURE And I dreamed I was the conductor, Down at Madison Square. I stood in front of the orchestra There were thousands of people there. As the lights went down around me, And I opened up the score, The room was filled with the magical thrill Of the Underground Overture. Underground Overture, The room was filled with the magical thrill Of the Underground Overture. Well there was no orchestra finer Than the one I dreamed was mine. And we changed from Major to Minor All at the very same time. As we came to the end of the coda, They were calling out for more, So I stood my ground Second time around, And gave them a brief encore. Underground Overture, I stood my ground Second time around, And gave them a brief encore. THE MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF KING MERTON WOMBLE AND HIS JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH Before the days of radio and telephones and trains, I wonder if ever knights in armour rode the Wimbledon Plains. I wonder if ever a Womble King put down his tidy bag, Extricated from a stone the sword, Excalliwag! With coat-of-arms akimbo, astride his coal-black steed: The Womble King of England had earnestly decreed: "We all must make a journey to prove our knightly worth, We're off to have a picnic at the Centre of the Earth!" So the Womble Knights of England came riding through the glade. In the trees the birds were singing as they made their bold crusade. They were led by brave King Merton of noble Womble-birth, When they rode from Wimbledon Common to the Centre of the Earth. They came to the land of Putney where the ancient river runs, A thousand armoured trash collectors glistening in the sun. with standards flying to the wind they started their descent, Deep into the mountainside, sweeping as they went. So the Womble Knights of England came riding through the glade. In the trees the birds were singing as they made their bold crusade. They were led by brave King Merton of noble Womble-birth, When they rode from Wimbledon Common to the Centre of the Earth. And even though they journeyed on with grim determination, It was 6 O'clock next morning when they reached their destination. The King addressed his Knights at Arms: "It looks as though we're here!So let's eat the sandwiches and drink the ginger beer!" So the Womble Knights of England came riding through the glade. In the trees the birds were singing as they made their bold crusade. They were led by brave King Merton of noble Womble-birth, When they rode from Wimbledon Common to the Centre of the Earth BANANA ROCK Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Don? you slip on the skin, Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Womble up the rubbish and put it in the bin! We have the solution to the pollution, I think it is easy to guess, It is so amazing, instead of just lazing, We certainly sweep up and clean the mess. Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Don? you slip on the skin, Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Womble up the rubbish and put it in the bin! Bungo plays the guitar now, he thinks he's a star now, He sings to the coconut tree. Whenever we feel glum, we play the steel drum, We certainly sing the night away. Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Don? you slip on the skin, Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Womble up the rubbish and put it in the bin! Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Don? you slip on the skin, Oh la, la, la, la, hey banana, Womble up the rubbish and put it in the bin! WOMBLE OF THE UNIVERSE Well I took off from the Space Station And I didn't know where I was bound, I looked out the window at all of my friends, They were waving from down on the ground. Well Im really flying high now, Im miles now from the ground, And nobody's going to make me come down: Im the Womble of the Universe the stars are in my eyes the Womble of the Universe the Captain of the Skies, The Captain of the Skies. I was travelling faster than lightning Through the middle of the Milky Way, I was eating the cucumber sandwiches Given to me by Madame Cholet. Well I'm really flying high now, Im miles now from the ground, And nobody's gonna to make me come down: Im the Womble of the Universe the stars are in my eyes the Womble of the Universe the Captain of the Skies, The Captain of the Skies As I flew my clockwork rocket ship, I listened in to the radio And even though it was a clockwork rocket ship, They were speaking to me from below. "Are you never coming down now?" I heard everyone say, "If you want to come down, you know it's O.K." Im the Womble of the Universe the stars are in my eyes the Womble of the Universe the Captain of the Skies, The Captain of the Skies. MINUETTO ALLEGRETTO Back in 1780 when Bulgaria was a lad There was Minuetting in the morning and the evening, They were minuetting mad! Mister Minuetting Mozart was the talk of the town, And forgetting to be minuetting was letting the other minuetters down. Oh, Womble to your partners, Young Wombles were told, If you Minuetto Allegretto You will live to be old. Young Womble Bulgaria was listening with glee, 'If I Minuetto Allegretto A very old wise Womble I shall be.' Minuetting minutes later he was Wombling away, Though he used to Womble allegretto now it's andante cantabile. Oh, Womble to your partners, Young Wombles were told, If you Minuetto Allegretto You will live to be old. When the other Wombles were asleep at the dead of the night, He'd become a better minuetter by practising in the candlelight. Wimbledon was aware there was none that could beat This incredible and amazing young Womble with minuetting feet. Oh, Womble to your partners, Young Wombles were told, If you Minuetto Allegretto You will live to be old. SUPERWOMBLE In the middle of Manhattan, when the whole town sleeps: There stands a lonely figure, he's the guardian of the streets. If he flies in through the window when you're trying to get some rest, You'll know it's SUPERWOMBLE 'cause his name is on his vest. He can fly, He can swim, He's a Hero, He's got X-ray sight: SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE His muscles make you envy him, his speed is superquick, He's so good looking that he really makes you sick, There's no rubbish on the roof-tops when he flies through the night, Cleaning up the Universe in his SUPERWOMBLE tights. He can fly, He can swim, He's Hero, He's got X-ray sight. SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE, SUPERWOMBLE WOMBLE MISS ADELAIDE (SHE'S GOT A LOT OF KNOWLEDGE) (In Which We Meet Miss Adelaide, The School Teacher and Mistress Of The Womblegarten) Miss Adelaide, she's got a Lot of Knowledge you know (we know) Miss Adelaide graduated from college you know (we know) She's got a million GCE's, She's got a thing from a University, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, she's got a Lot of Knowledge Now. Miss Adelaide she can multiply 6 by 9 (we know) She can sing White Tie & Tails in 11-8 time (we know) She's going in for a 3rd degree She can teach anything to you or me, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, we've got a Lot of Knowledge Now. She came around in the afternoon to teach me to play the piano, (to play the piano). Miss Adelaide knows blue and yellow make green (we know) Miss Adelaide she's an educational queen (we know) She can speak French, Japanese and Greek Her blackboard writing is oh so neat, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, we've got a Lot of Knowledge Now. Miss Adelaide has certificates by the ton (we know) Miss Adelaide she can navigate by the sun (we know) She's got a million GCE's She's got a thing from a University. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, she's got a Lot of Knowledge Now. She came around in the afternoon to teach me to play the slide trombone. She came around in the afternoon to teach me to sing like an opera star. She's got a million GCE's She's got a thing from a University, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, she's got a Lot of Knowledge Now. She's going in for a 3rd degree She can teach anything to you or me, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, she's got a Lot of Knowledge Now, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, she's got a Lot of Knowledge Now, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, she's got a Lot of Knowledge Now. TOBERMORY'S MUSIC MACHINE Apart from the grommet cog adjacent to the jack, And the left-handed mangle-wheel protruding from the back, If you bought it in a shop it would be chap at half the price, For a Phonographic, gramophonic, Record-playing, Womble-sonic, Sound-bearing contrivance or device. When he turned on the power, there was music everywhere, It came out of the funnel and it flew through the air: As the record turned around, We were captured by the sound, 'Til the needle stuck 'Til the needle stuck 'Til the needle stuck 'Til the needle stuck 'Til the needle stuck... If Tobermory hadn't been so clever with his paws, He could never have invented it or fitted it with drawers. It was put together carefully and painted red and green, this Phonographic, Gramophonic, Record-playing, Womble-sonic, Sound-bearing contrivance or machine. When he turned on the power there was music everywhere, It came out of the funnel and it flew through the air. As the record turned around we were captured by the sound, 'Til the music started getting Slower and slower And slower and slower And faster and faster And faster and faster... He was proud of all his efforts and his audio-techniques, He'd studied books and everything for days or even weeks, The sprocket-laden inner spring had only broken twice, Which was good for a Gramophonic, Record-playing, Womble-sonic, Sound-bearing contrivance or device. When he turned on the power, there was music everywhere, It came out of the funnel and it flew through the air. As the record turned around We were captured by the sound, 'Til the spring broke... THE WOMBLE SQUARE DANCE Swing your parners Womble-style, Dosey-doe with a Womble-smile, Step to the left, step the right, I wish we could square-dance every night! Knees a-pumping, elcows high, Soon we'll serve some Womble Pie. The fiddler's working well for you, we might square-dance the whole night through! Honour your partner, turn around Lift your partner off the ground Form a square so nice and neat, Swing those furry Womble feet! Old Bulgaria, take your time, Keep On Wombling, keep in line, Cross the room, turn round and then Take your partners once again. Womble fast and Womble slow, that's the way the music goes: Up and down and round and round Underground and Overground! THE WOMBLING TWIST I'm going to teach you a dance that you can't resist, I've decided to call it the 'Wombling Twist'. When you learn to do it we can dance all day, We can Wombling Twist every night away. Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) At the Womble Club down in West L.A., The music plays and they twist all day, There's a light in the corner where the Jukebox stands It was made by a Womble out of old tin cans. Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) When you get to the door you can ring that bell 'Cause the gang's all here and we're Wombling Well, Leave your tidy bag by the Womble door When you Womble out to the dance floor. Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) Let's twist (Twist, twist, do the Wombling Twist) LOOK OUT FOR THE GIANT Look out for the giant, He's looking for you. Look out for the giant Polu. Look out for the giant, Whatever you do, Look out for the giant, Polu. You can hear the crunching of his merciless feet, He's even breathing smoky fumes all over the street, There isn't any way you can escape from his grip He looks just like a giant walking, talking rubbish tip. Look out for the giant, He's looking for you. Look out for the giant Polu. Look out for the giant, Whatever you do, Look out for the giant, Polu. I saw him on the common with his big red eyes, He trundled up behind me and he took me by surprise, I knew I must be dreaming as we stood there is the mist, And even though I knew he didn't really exist, I said: Look out for the giant, He's looking for you. Look out for the giant Polu. Look out for the giant, Whatever you do, Look out for the giant, Polu. THE JUNGLE IS JUMPING Drums in the jungle They make the monkeys come, Tell the animals in the undergrowth The WOMBLING HAS BEGUN! So come on... Oh come on... Oh come on... On come on... The jungle is jumping Jungle drums are thumping, The jungle's really jumping tonight. Don't drop the packet from your Coconut Delight, Please keep your pomegranate pips out of sight. But come on, Oh come on... Oh come on... On come on... The jungle is jumping Jungle drums are thumping, The jungle's really jumping tonight. The jungle is jumping, Jungle drums are thumping, The jungle's really jumping tonight. THE WOMBLE SHUFFLE Spring is here and so are we The grass is high and the air is free my friends. Sun is shining into my eyes, Things are taking me by surprise again There's nothing like a shuffle you can do it with me: Any time you want to you can do the WOMBLE SHUFFLE, You can do your shopping bopping to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE; Shuffle, shuffle to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE. Judges do it with the Magistrates Teachers do it in their coffee breaks you know. D.J.'s do it on the radio, Postmen do it for the G.P.O. If you feel like a shuffle you can do it with me. Any time you want to you can do the WOMBLE SHUFFLE, You can do your shopping bopping to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE; Shuffle, shuffle to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE. Any time you want to you can do the WOMBLE SHUFFLE, You can do your shopping bopping to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE, Miners do their digging jigging to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE, Sailors in the rigging do it to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE Dockers do their docking rocking to the WOMBLE SHUFFLE. WIPE THOSE WOMBLE TEARS FROM YOUR EYES Wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes Wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes If nobody wants to know you I'll be here to sympathise Won't you wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes. If the worries of the world are on your shoulders, And your Womble-feet keep dragging on the ground, If the candles that you make won't fit the holders, or your jelly will not set, Don't let it bring you down: Wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes Wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes If nobody wants to know you I'll be here to sympathise Won't you wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes. If you can't keep your campfire burning, And you don't remember where you left your hat, Let your Womble-Wagon-wheels keep a-turning, Pull yourself to-Womble-gether and remember where you're at: Wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes Wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes If nobody wants to know you I'll be here to sympathise Won't you wipe those Womble-Tears from your eyes. WOMBLING MERRY CHRISTMAS Open your eyes, Look to the skies when you're lonely, There will be stars shining for you. Sleepers Awake! It's getting late, snow is falling, The whole wide world is Wombling too. All day long We will be Wombling in the snow, We wish you a Wombling Merry Christmas. All day long We will be laughing as we go We wish you a Merry Wombling Christmas. Under the ground There is the sound of a symphony. The lights are low, The fire is bright. Wombling through, I'll tune in to you, you tune in to me, We'll send you a message into the night. All day long We will be Wombling in the snow, We wish you a Wombling Merry Christmas. All day long We will be laughing as we go We wish you a Merry Wombling Christmas.