The Wombles

Presented by Capital Blues Inc.

Blimey, gather round, guv’nor, and let me tell ye about The Wombles, the finest folks ever to tickle the ivories and make a racket that’d warm the cockles of even ol’ Queen Vic herself!

Mister Yeabsley, he’s got an organ that sings sweeter than a nightingale, and Miss Wallace, her voice is like angels whisperin’ in yer ear, so soft and pure it’d make the toughest blighter shed a tear. And then there’s Mister Champion on the drums—he’s got hands quicker than a pickpocket and a beat that’ll make yer boots tap out a tune all on their own! These Wombles ain’t just makin’ music, nah—they’re stirrin’ up a right proper symphony that’ll take yer troubles and toss ’em out with the bathwater.

So, if ye’ve got a penny to spare and a heart that needs mendin’, come on down and lend an ear. The Wombles’ll have ye dancin’ like a lord and singin’ like a lark, and that’s the honest truth, cross me ‘eart!