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.

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!

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.

Woo! Woo! Woo!
The Hollywood train's on time,
When you hear that whistle blowing,
Womble up and see me sometime.