It was early one morning

The fish were jumping high

The policemen were in their uniforms

There were aeroplanes [airplanes] in the sky



Young Wellington raised his glasses

To the sky of ever so blue

Saying, "Let's collect some engine numbers

Down at Waterloo."



A day, it comes so seldom

In the Wombles' working year

That they like to make the most of them

Whenever they appear



So he put away his tidy bag

And joined the breakfast queue,

Saying, "Soon, I'll be in London town

Down at Waterloo."



Ooh, ticket collector

Ticket collecting all day long

If you let me look at the engines

I'll sing you a Wombling song



So he wandered off to Platform 6

His notebook in his paw

He cleaned his glasses with a rag

He found upon the floor



Just then the mighty Pulman train

Came rattling into town

So Wellington whipped his notebook out

And got the number down



Ooh, ticket collector

Ticket collecting all day long

If you let me look at the engines

I'll sing you a Wombling song (2x)



The trains pulled in and out again

'Til Wellington's book filled up

So he poured his thermus plastic tea

Into his plastic tea



He assessed the situation

As he sipped the steaming brew,

"It's so nice collecting engine numbers

Down at Waterloo!"



Ooh, ticket collector

Ticket collecting all day long

If you let me look at the engines

I'll sing you a Wombling song (2x)