C
Oh Womble is a faggot,
G
And his dick looks like a maggot.
C
He's made himself a habit,
G C
Of wanking like a rabbit.
C
He came out of his burrow.
G
His brow was a great furrow.
C
For he was sowed with sorrow,
G C
And the damage was quite thorough.
C
He'd gone and chopped his manhood off,
G
For his dick was sore from a great jerk-off.
C
His pain had caused much panic,
G C
And the cutting off was quite manic.
C
Oh Womble is a faggot,
G
And his dick looked like a maggot.
C
But then he lopped it off in a rush,
G C
All that was left was a bunch of mush.
