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Mike Batt "Womble-Lyrics" black & underlined ... instrumental
... a little bit about The Wombles (
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Banana rock - Remember you're a Womble #10-1974 &
°The Wombles Christmas Party #8-1975
& °The best of the Wombles #18-1975 &
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Banana rock Refrain: Oh, la la la, hey banana, Don’t 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 ot 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. [Refrain] 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. |
Bungo’s
birthday Get out of the way of Madame Cholet, She’s baking and there’s not much time: The slightest delay will ruin the day, There’s only one thing on her mind. Refrain: And it’s going to be the greatest occassion, The evening of the Womble Year! And it’s going to be a big sensation; Everybody will be here! Roll back the carpet ‘cause it Bungo’s Birthday, A little older and a bit more wise, And there’s going to be a big celebration, And there’s going to be a big surprise. A feeling of fun will soon overcome The members of the Womble Crowd. For old and for young, the work is all done, The music will be ever so loud. [Refrain] [Repeat verse 2 - 2 times]
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Die
Wombles sind im Kommen (Mike Batt / german lyrics: Michael Kunze) Melody: Remember you're a Womble Alle Kinder der Erde, sie fanden heraus, Es gibt überall Wombles, sie breiten sich aus. Diese seltsamen Wesen erobern die Welt. Refrain: Sie kommen, sie kommen, sie kommen, sie kommen, Sie kommen, sie kommen, sie kommen; Die Wombles sind im Kommen (Die Wombles sind im Kommen) Die Wombles sind im Kommen (Die Wombles sind im Kommen) Die Wombles sind im Kommen (Die Wombles sind im Kommen) Die Wombles sind im Kommen (Die Wombles sind im Kommen) Und jeder, jeder, jeder, wird schon bald ein Womble, Womble, Womble sein! Alle Wombles haben Tüten und sie sammmeln den Müll, Weil der Womble von Natur aus keinen Dreck haben will. Das ist wie eine Krankheit, sie steckt alle an! Sie kommen, sie kommen, sie kommen, sie kommen, Sie kommen, sie kommen, sie kommen; [Refrain] Down at the barber shop (Singing in harmony) Down at the barber shop, Wimbledon is jumping to the harmony razzle-ma-tazz. It may be a dream on a Hollywood theme, but I’m 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. Always good to be vibrant by the old fire hydrant, while the sun is providing the heat. Sing high, sing low, gives you the impression That the whole darn world is a paradise when you Womble to the real thing down at the Wimbledon barber shop, Singing in Harmony. Singing for you. |
Dreaming
in the sun (Orinoco’s song) There are people on the common, There is tennis on the lawn, When you’re wombling in the sunshine You can get a little warm. Refrain: Hey, hey, and I’m dreaming in the sun; Give me forty winks, Let me wake up when the work is done. When they say I’m slightly portly, They’re not trying to insult, But I have to womble harder To achieve the same result. So I need some consolation In the middle of the day, And after forty winks I know that’s everything’s OK. [Refrain] And I’m sitting on the common With my tidy bag at hand, And though Great Uncle Bulgaria will never understand... [Refrain] |
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Exercise
is good for you (laziness is not) Standing on your tiptoes, running on the spot, Exercise is good for you, Laziness is not! One, two, three, four, bouncing on your feet, Where is Orinoco? -- Probably asleep! Up in the morning for a five mile run, Down to the river for a swim: Biceps a-bulging, it’s all good fun, Chest out and keep your tummy in! Jumping in your gym shoes, skipping with a rope, If you haven’t got the energy you haven’t got a hope. Running in the morning, (good for the thighs) Running in the evening, (good for the eyes). Physical exertion makes you strong, Keeps you alert and slim: Just keep skipping and you can’t go wrong, You’ll be sound in mind and limb. Left, right, left, right, up down, stop! Is anybody tired yet? -- Tomsk is not! Puffing like a steam train, running like a horse, Is anyone for tennis now? -- Tomsk of course! Poetry in motion, legs in line, Pressing up and pressing down, four-four time. . |
Exercise
is good for you
(Film Version) Standing on your tiptoes, running on the spot, Exercise is good for you, Laziness is not! One, two, three, four, bouncing on your feet, Where is Orinoco? -- Probably asleep! Up in the morning for a five mile run, Down to the river for a swim: Biceps a-bulging, it’s all good fun, Chest out and keep your tummy in! Jumping in your gym shoes, skipping with a rope, If you haven’t got the energy you haven’t got a hope. Running in the morning, (good for the thighs) Running in the evening, (good for the eyes). Physical exertion makes you strong, Keeps you alert and slim: Just keep skipping and you can’t go wrong, You’ll be sound in mind and limb. Left, right, left, right, up down, stop! Is anybody tired yet? -- Tomsk is not! Puffing like a steam train, running like a horse, Is anyone for tennis now? -- Tomsk of course! Poetry in motion, legs in line, Pressing up and pressing down, four-four time. Poetry in motion, legs in line, Pressing up and pressing down, three-four time. Standing on your tiptoes, running on the spot, Exercise is good for you, Laziness is not! Standing on your tiptoes, running on the spot, Exercise is good for you, Laziness is not Standing on your tiptoes, running on the spot, Exercise is good for you, Laziness is not! |
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Wombling merry Christmas every day Let the bells ring out for a Wombling Merry Christmas. When the snowman brings the snow, Well you just might like to know, There will be stars shining for you. Sleepers awake, it's getting late, snow is falling, Don't you lock the doors, you know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way. Well I wish it could be a Wombling Merry Christmas every day. When the kids start singing and the band begins to play. All day long we will be wombling in the snow, So let the bells ring out for a Wombling Merry Christmas. When we're skating in the park, If the stormcloud makes it dark, The lights are low the fire is bright. Under the ground there is the sound of a symphony, So we lie by the fire 'til the suite simply blasts them all away, 2 x Well I wish it could be a Wombling Merry Christmas every day. When the kids start singing and the band begins to play. All day long we will be laughing as we go, So let the bells ring out for a Wombling Merry Christmas. Let the bells ring out for a Wombling Merry Christmas. |
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. Refrain: You’re invited to the Ping-Pong Ball In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall. You’re invited to the 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 sing to the Yellow Seas; "He who cleans the countryside deserves to be Chinese." [Refrain] 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. |
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Let's Womble to the party tonight
The band is playing really eight to the bar Great Uncle Bulgaria is parking the car Refrain: Hey hey, let's womble to the party Hey hey, let's womble to the party If you wanna rock 'n' roll you can womble to the party tonight The Wombles at the party start a-lickin' their lips Madame Cholet is serving conkers and chips [Refrain] Let's womble to the party Let's womble to the party Let's womble to the party Let's womble to the party If you wanna Rock'n' Roll you can womble to the party tonight Tobermory's teaching everybody to jive While we're waiting for the lemonade to arrive [Refrain] Somebody is practising the saxophone break And even Orinoco is remaining awake [Refrain] Practising the saxophone break Practising the saxophone break Practising the saxophone break Practising the saxophone break Saxophone Practising the saxophone break Well it’s really started happening in Wimbledon Lane Jumpin’ and a jivin’ to the sound of the band [Refrain]
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Look
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- Orinoco imagines a litter-crunching giant, Giant Polu Refrain: 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. [Refrain] 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 in the mist, And even though I knew he didn’t really exist, I said... [Refrain] |
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Madame
Cholet (To an accompaniment of strings and accordions) When we’re feeling hungry and we want to eat in style, There’s a certain little Womble Lady Fair. Popping toadstool toppings in the the oven for a while, The sweet aroma fills the twilight air. Refrain: Madame Cholet, What’s cooking with you today? We think you’re a real cool pie. Madame Cholet, As sweet as cafe au lait From the tips of your toes to the twinkling in your eye. Madame Cholet, Don’t go away, s’il vous plait, We couldn’t survive without you, that’s no lie. When we womble home in the evening You’ll be there by the kitchen door, We’d like to say "Merci", Madame Cholet. When we get up in the morning and we join the breakfast queue, We try to make the minimum of fuss. For even though she shouts at us and she tells us what to do, We know this little lady is for us. Miss Adelaide (She's got a lot of knowledge) (In which we meet Miss Adelaide, the school teacher and mistress of the Womblegarden) 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. . |
Madame
Cholet
(Film version) When we’re feeling hungry and we want to eat in style, There’s a certain little Womble Lady Fair. Popping toadstool toppings in the the oven for a while, The sweet aroma fills the twilight air. Refrain: Madame Cholet, What’s cooking with you today? We think you’re a real cool pie. Madame Cholet, As sweet as cafe au lait From the tips of your toes to the twinkling in your eye. Madame Cholet, Don’t go away, s’il vous plait, We couldn’t survive without you, that’s no lie. When we womble home in the evening You’ll be there by the kitchen door, We’d like to say "Merci", Madame Cholet. Great dancing event ... Minuetto allegretto (Mike Batt / Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart) 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. Refrain: Oh, Womble to your partners, young Wombles were told, If you 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 Adante Cantabile! [Refrain] When the other Wombles were asleep at the dead of 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! Mon coeur est malade (P. Loiseau, Mike Batt) Refrain: Oh! Laura, mon coeur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon coeur est malade Si tu veux me soigner tu n'as qu'un mot à dire La fille incendiaire Que l'on dit légère Connue sous le nom de Laura A mis dans mon âme Le feu et la flamme Le pire de l'histoire c'est qu'elle ne l'éteint pas [Refrain] Et si la ville entière Lui jetait la pierre Si l'on disait du mal de Laura Je saurai la défendre, Je saurai l'attendre Et s'il n'en restait qu'un je serai celui là [Refrain] 3 times Oh! Laura, mon coeur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon coeur est malade [Refrain] 2 times |
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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 will 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. Refrain: Nashville Wombles play guitar real fine, They sit beside the trashcans all in a line. Even when it’s raining and the sun don’t shine, Nashvilles Wombles play guitar real fine. If you want to try your hand at country music, And you have no time for books and poetry, You will have yourself a fine finger-licking picking time With the Wombles down in Nashville, Tennessee. [Refrain] Nashville, it’s all happening in Nashville, Nashville, it’s all happening in Nashville now. If you ever get the chance to go to Nashville, Don’t you throw away the opportunity, Take your guitar in the car and you might become a star Like the Wombles down in Nashville Tennessee. . |
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. Refrain: Let’s go down to the Summer Party, Non-Stop Wombling Summer Party, We’re going to have some fun so now’s your chance, Let’s go down to the Summer Party, Non-Stop Wombling Summer Party, Come on down to the Summer Party and dance, dance, dance. 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. [Refrain] 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. |
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| Rainmaker Rainmaker - let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ... rain Rainmaker Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain It seems whenever you want it to be dry and warm There's a storm And then whenever you want it to rain on the lawn It's too warm I got a rainmachine to deal with the hydration To irrigation it will lubricate the nation Refrain: Rainmaker Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, Rainmaker Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ... rain [Interlude] I got a rainmachine to deal with the hydration To irrigation it will lubricate the nation [3x Refrain] [fade out]
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Remember
you’re 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. Refrain: Remember, remember, remember, remember, Remember, remember, remember; 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! [Refrain] |
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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 . |
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The
empty tidy bag blues Woke up this morning feeling pretty good, Bolted down my breakfast and went out into the woods. I couldn’t see any paper lying around the place, Six o’clock this evening I was really in disgrace. Refrain: Oh yeah, I’ve got the Empty Tidy Bag Blues. Oh yeah, I’ve got the Empty Tidy Bag Blues. Well I’ve been sleeping on the job, And I wish I had a better excuse. Well, went down to the windmill to find myself a seat,. To shut my eyes and the weight from off my feet, I looking forward to working all the day, I hate to think what Great Uncle Bulgaria would say. [Refrain] I wrote myself a letter, I put it in the post, It said "Dear Orinoco, you are lazier than most." I opened up the letter, I knew that it was true, So I went back to sleep again, it seemed the thing to do. The return of cousin Yellowstone In which Cousin Yellowstone returns for one of his visits and the story of his fortune-seeking youth is told. At the end of the song an American-style square dance is held to celebrate his visit. This takes the form on an additional song THE WOMBLE SQUARE DANCE which leads straight on from the Yellowstone Song. Refrain: Oh, Cousin Yellowstone is returning from his busy business life down Boston way, Oh, Cousin Yellowstone knows the fires are burning bright, And we’re glad to have him back from the U.S. of A. When he was just a child, he left England for the Wilds, He blazed out a trail in the West, he worked his fingers to the bone And he built himself a home as he started his journey on the road to success. [Refrain] Nobody could tell it would all work out so well, But he soon took the world by surprise, He’s a Womble of the West and he always comes out best You can tell by the way he looks you in the eyes. The Womble square dance Swing your partners Womble-Style, Dosey-doe with a Womble-Smile, Step to the left, step to the right, I wish we could square-dance every night! Knees a-pumping, elbows 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 you 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 song (TV Version) 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. The Wombling song (Full Version) 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 organized, 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! The Wombling song (Film Version) 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! 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. 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! Wombles are organized, 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. Underground, Overground, Wombling Free, The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we. 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! Underground, Overground Underground, Overground Underground... 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 Fransisco Bay, I kept my golden tidy bag beside me all the way. To Wimbledon with love, I’ll climb to you. This is secret agent 00W, I’ve got the information, now I’ll be going 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. And though I never carried no weapon, I was safer than you might think, With a false mustache and a magnifying glass, And a bottle of invisible ink. |
The
jungle
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jumping
- Orinoco dreams he is a
jungle
explorer Drums in the jungle, they make the monkeys come, Tell the animals in the undergrowth the Wombling has begun! So come one... Oh come on... Oh come on... Oh come on... Refrain: 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 pomegranite pips out of site. But come on, Oh come on... Oh come on... Oh come on... The Orinoco kid - Orinoco dreams he is a cowboy 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. Refrain: 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 sent 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 looked him in the chin, I said "Please pick that litter up and put it in the bin." [Refrain] 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 sands, I knew I was the wildest wooly Womble in the land. 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. The Wombles warning Don’t you go wombling in the nettlebeds, my friends, No wombling in the nettlebeds. Don’t you go wombling in the nettlebeds, my friends, No wombling in the nettlebeds. It can be a foolish and painful experience, It can be a rash thing for anyone to contemplate. Don’t you go wombling in the nettlebeds, my friends, No wombling in the nettlebeds. Don’t you be tempted to the nettlebeds, my friends, By bits of ironmongery: If there are mushrooms in the nettlebeds, my friends, It’s better to go hungry. Listen to the words of the Wombles’ wise warning, Wellington and Bungo and Orinoco, don’t you go. Don’t you go wombling in the nettlebeds, my friends, No wombling in the nettlebeds. Oh, there are many places you can go, my friends, To gather litter every day. And you can find a lot of string and paper in the ordinary Womble way. Stinging nettles make you so sad and so miserable, Heed the Wombles’ warning and take a piece of good advice. [2 times] Don’t you go wombling in the nettlebeds, my friends, No wombling in the nettlebeds. 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. Refrain: 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. [Refrain] When you get to the door you can ring the 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 dancing floor. Tobermory Who is the Womble with hammer and nails? (Tobermory, Tobermory) Inventor of genius, mender of pails. (Tobermory, Tobermory) Knows all the physical laws There are to know, So very good with his paws is he. Carpenter, plumber and screwer of screws, (Tobermory, Tobermory) Making a candle or mending a fuse. (Tobermory, Tobermory) His ingenuity shows in everything. When he goes to it he knows the way. Master of every mechanical thing. (Tobermory, Tobermory) Mixer of ink and electrical king! (Tobermory, Tobermory) Down in the workshop for most of the day, (Tobermory, Tobermory) Making a saucepan for Madame Cholet. (Tobermory, Tobermory). 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 cheap 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... |
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Underground
overture
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the conductor And I dreamed I was the conductor, down at Madison Square. I stood in front of the orchestra there were thousands of people there. And 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 a brief encore. . |
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Wellington
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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 London Town, down at Waterloo" Refrain: 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 on to 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. [Refrain] The trains pulled in and out again, ‘til Wellington’s 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." Womble burrow boogie All you litter-picking people, litter-picking in the sun, Take a (rubbish) tip from us today; Don’t go thinking this proposal’s wasting time at your disposal, ‘Cause we’re really gonna take it away! We’ll take the opportunity to clean up the Community together! So do the Womble Burrow Boogie (Sweep Up, Sweep Up) The Womble Burrow Boogie (Pick Up, Pick Up) Do the Womble Burrow Boogie (Clean Up, Clean Up) The Womble Burrow Boogie (Sweep Up, Sweep Up) ‘Cause if you do the Womble Burrow Boogie You’ll be Wombling for the rest of your life! Womble of the universe - Orinoco dreams he is an astronaut 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, And nobody’s going to make me come down: Refrain: I’m 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, I’m miles now from the ground, And nobody’s going to make me come down. [Refrain] As I flew my clockwork rocket ship, I listened 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." 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. Refrain: 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. [Refrain] Oh, they say that the discipline is good for the soul, It's a thousand miles away from Rock and Roll. [Refrain] Wombling U.S.A. Female voice, announcing (as on an airport): „Will Mister Wellington Womble, travelling on Trans-Womble-Airlines, flight no. TWA636 to New York, please go to the departure lounge.“ Well I came to the States on a jumbo jet ‘cause I didn’t want to get my bathing suit wet I said I feel so fine and I’m wobling USA. When they picked me up in a big Rolls Royce I put on my best Brian Wilson voice I said I feel so fine and I’m wobling USA. Let’s go wombling USA, let’s go wombling USA Down to Chicago, that’s okay, Denver, Colorado, gonna get there some day, Wombling USA. Well I left my home back in Wimbledon Town, Gonna lie on the beach, let the sun beat down, Well I feel so fine when I’m wombling USA. Let’s go wombling USA. Well you know I got a thing about Fred Astaire, Tapping like a telegraph and dancing on air, You know I feel like him when I’m wombling USA. Sing, sing, sing like a Womble, dance, dance, dance. I may be furry and I may be fat, But I look real heavy in a cowbay hat Well I feel so fine when I’m wombling USA Let’s go wombling USA Gonna take me a drive down Nashville way, To hear them Nashville Wombles play, Well it sounds so good when you’re wombling USA Let’s go wombling USA Well I dreamed there was a conductor Down at Madison Square, And if felt so good, I was wombling USA, Yes I was wombling, wombling USA, wombling USA, I was wombling USA....... Wombling white tie and tails I’ve always had a thing about Fred Astaire, Tapping like a telegraph and dancing on air, He told me all you needed was a little bit of syncopation. I let my imagination take me away, Ginger Womble Rogers is Madame Cholet, And with my cast of thousands I’ll womble across the screen. Refrain: 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 to the Broadway stage, Everybody tells me that I’m good for my age, I may be fat but I’m gonna be big someday. So 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! [Refrain] Woo! Woo! Woo! The Hollywood train’s on time, When you hear that whistle blowing, Womble up and see me sometime. |
Wellington
Womble
Oh they call him Wellington Womble and he’s ever-so-rather shy, And he looks through great big spectacles at the ever-so-azure sky. And he’s ever-so-rather brainy, and he’s ever-so-rather keen, He’s the ever-so-rathest, keenest, brainiest Womble you have seen. He’s respectful and obedient, and he does as he’s always told; His great big cap and muffling scarf protect him from the cold. And he’s ever-so-softly spoken, and he’s ever-so-slightly small, He’s the ever-so-slightest, softest-spokenest Womble of them all. Ooh, wombling along, wombling along. Ooh, wombling along, wombling along... Oh he’s ever-so-conscientious, always wombling with a will; The care he takes would probably make a lesser Womble ill. Wipe those Womble tears from your eyes Refrain: 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. [Refrain] 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. [Refrain] Wombles everywhere Well you may already know it But we’re saying it again, We are not the only Wombles to be seen: There are Wombles in America, There are Wombles down in Spain, There are Wombles from Australia to East Cheam: Refrain: We’ve got Wombles everywhere, North, South, East and West, Though personally we’re from Wimbledon ‘Cause Wimbledon is best. And down among the icicles, Where the polar bears hang out, There is very little wombling to be done, But some healthy Womble Eskimos, Look hopefully about, Although wombling’s much more comfortable in the sun. [Refrain] In the hills of Bonnie Scotland, Where the Loch Ness waters wash Live the Wombles of the old McWomble Clan: They eat porridge every morning With a dram of orange squash And a slice or two of steaming haggis flan. (Och Aye!) [Refrain] Wombling along (link piece) Oo wombling along, wombling along Oo wombling along, wombling along Oo wombling along, wombling along Wombling in the rain Some people follow the sun, some people cry when it rains, But we like a shower, ‘cause it clears the air, And we just don’t care ‘cause we’ve got an umbrella: Refrain: Wombling in the Rain makes you feel so good, You really should be inside, Wombling in the Rain makes you feel so fine, I feel like Wombling in the Rain Snow in the middle of June, Ice in the middle of May, Lightning is lovely if you let it be, It’s like poetry, As you blunder through the thunder. [Refrain] Meteorologically speaking, we hardly ever grumble or groan, And even when our Tidy Bags are leaking, we laugh about it all the way home. 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. Refrain: 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 Wombling Merry Christmas. Under the ground there is the sound of a symphony. The lights are low, the fire is bright. Wombling through, I’ll tune into you, you tune into me. We’ll send a message into the night. Wombling white tie and tails (Film Version) I’ve always had a thing about Fred Astaire, Tapping like a telegraph and dancing on air, He 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 I’ll womble across the screen. Refrain: 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 to the Broadway stage, Everybody tells me that I’m good for my age, I may be fat but I’m gonna be big someday. They gave me a star on my dressing room door, My tapping technique will be hard to ignore, Dance to the rhythm! Dance to the rhythm! [Refrain] INTERLUDE with parodies of "Singing in the Rain" and "Sound of Music" Woo! Woo! Woo! The Hollywood train’s on time, When you hear that whistle blowing, Womble up and see me sometime. [Refrain] |
| © Dieter Friedl, November 7, 2020 / Impressum |