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Remember You're a Womble

The Wombles

Bubblegum Classics, Vol. 3

1996

Cholet

[Chorus]
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember (member, member, member)

Remember you're a Womble
(Remember

Time For Heroes

The Libertines

What Became of the Likely Lads [EP]

2005

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
Shoveled up like muck and set the night on fire
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields
You know I cherish

Time For Heroes

The Libertines

Up the Bracket [US Bonus Tracks]

2002

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
Shoveled up like muck and set the night on fire
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields
You know I cherish

Pop pop pop better pop a bottle. 
Damarına değdi mi base tremble.
Back it up on me and let womble womble 
Belayım ben im a pussy magnet.

Pussy

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
We were shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish

of the forest
A climber of the trees
Like a friendly, bearded, wily Womble wandering free
You were fathered by "The Nature"
And you fathered Yosemite
For everyone

she whine with it (whine with it)
I like what she do when she womble it
Boy I want to handle it (handle it)
Wonder, wonder
See everyday I de wonder

Cutie Pie

You walk like a womble
You talk like tha sandman
You brylcreem your hair down
- Oh you're gross.

tickles, prods and pokes
It wonders and wombles, it sings and it sang
And it plays the guitar, bass, drum-drums and the pangs...

It's that thing you wish

Used to be a fine street before they tarmacked over the cobbles
Red brick terrace in a Northern town with very few Wombles
Fella on a mountain bike

a fucken headshot
There's no escaping this
Bobbies surrounding me
Sirens scream blue and red
Those Palace fans are dead
There's more to terminate
Wombles

it's hormonal cold turkey, when the periods stop	

Sleep deprived
She's like a Zombie or a Womble, but without all the drive
She wanders up and down,

And swam Bell Smith Springs til I got burnt OUCH
Grab a corndog at the county fair
Race the old mine road wind in my hair
Now Womble Mountain ain't too far

the trunk
Struck dumb
Staggering just like as if he was a drunk
No album but
As long as the singles kept coming
Stayed underground like
One of the 
Wombles

Lady, she spoke to me
As I would womble round the pubs and scenes of Auckland City streets
Swanny swimming, rolling half the smoke he'd sold to me
I'd