Lyrics

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 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