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 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.
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!
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.
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 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.
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!
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.