Invitation to the Ping‐Pong Ball Songtext
von The Wombles

In the alleyways of Peking
And the streets of old Shanghai,
The restaurants do good business
And the Rickshaws rattle by.

The Oriental Wombles fill
The Chinese litter bins
With nuts and bolts and boiling rice
And old chop suey tins.

You′re invited to the Ping-Pong Ball
In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall.
You're invited to the Ping-Pong Ball
In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall.

From the Yangtze Kyang Basin
To the Shantung Mountain Hills
They exercise their Oriental
Litter-picking skills.


There′s an ancient Womble Proverb
Which they sing to the Yellow Seas;
"He who cleans the countryside
Deserves to be Chinese."

You're invited to the Ping-Pong Ball
In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall.
You're invited to the Ping-Pong Ball
In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall.

All the harbour lights are shining
And the band begins to play
The chopsticks hit the drums so hard
That you jump out of the way.

Chinatown is moving
To the Koto and the flute,
And the sound of Shanghai Wombles
Eating crunchy bamboo shoots.

You′re invited to the Ping-Pong Ball
In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall.
You′re invited to the Ping-Pong Ball
In the Chinese Wombling Ping-Pong-Ball Hall...