Under ground, over ground
Wombling free
The Wombles of Wimbledon
Common are we
Making good use
of the things that we find
The 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 Tobermoray
Wombles are organised
Work as a team
Wombles are tidy
and Wombles are clean
Under ground, over ground
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
Under ground, over ground
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...