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Lyrics
[Verse]
Womble in the chair, glasses on the nose
Corduroy slacks, wool sweater with the rows
Hands like leather, gripping tales untold
Whiskers on his face, shining silver and gold
Called him Womble, didn’t know where it began
Maybe his shuffle, or the trash bag in hand
But he laughed every time, deep rumble in his chest
A nickname turned legend, he wore it the best
[Chorus]
Womble and me, Womble and me
Skipping through the years like a stone on the sea
Womble and me, Womble and me
Every memory a treasure, that’s where I’ll be
[Verse 2]
Sunday mornings, toast with marmalade
He’d hum old tunes, in his own parade
Said, “Kid, life’s messy, but keep your boots clean”
Wise words from a man who’d seen what I ain’t seen
Played chess at the table, let me think I’d win
But his knight took my queen, with a sly little grin
His stories like novels, his voice painted skies
Taught me to question, to wonder, to rise
[Bridge]
Now I’m grown, he’s a picture on the shelf
I call him Womble still, just between myself
Echoes in the hallway, his laugh still rings
A nickname turned forever, tied with heartstrings
Details
GeneratedDec 19, 2025
Duration1:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, hip-hop, soulful, nostalgic, piano-driven with a mellow beat and subtle vinyl crackle
Credits
Prompt byTechnoCircuit159
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap about my grandad and me calling him Womble thought out my childhood, rap
