Autumn Almanac

From the dewsoaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar When the dawn begins to crack It's all part of my autumn almanac Breeze blows leaves of a mustycoloured yellow So I sweep them in my sack Yes yes yes it's my autumn almanac Friday evenings people get together Hiding from the weather Tea and toasted buttered currant buns Can't compensate for lack of sun Because the summer's all gone Lalalala Oh my poor rheumatic back Yes yes yes it's my autumn almanac Lalalala Oh my autumn almanac Yes yes yes it's my autumn almanac I like my football on a Saturday Roast beef on Sundays all right I go to Blackpool for my holidays Sit in the open sunlight This is my street and I'm never gonna to leave it And I'm always gonna to stay here If I live to be ninetynine 'Cause all the people I meet Seem to come from my street And I can't get away Because it's calling me come on home Hear it calling me come on home Lalalala Oh my autumn Armagnac Yes yes yes it's my autumn almanac Lalalala Oh my autumn almanac Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes Bopbopbopmbopbop whoa Bopbopbopmbopbop whoa