From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly catapillar
When the dawn begins to crack,
Its all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack,
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
Friday evening peo___ple get together,
Tea and toasted buttered currant buns
Can't compensate for lack of sun
because the summer's all gone
La-la- la la la la-la la-la la-la la la
Ohh! my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La la la la-la la-la la-la la la
Ohh! my Autumn Almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
I like my football on a Saturday,
Roast beef on Sunday's alright
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight
This is my street and I'm never gonna leave it
If I live to be ninety-nine
Cos all the people I meet
Seem to come from the street
And I can't get away,
because it's calling me (come on home)
(Hear it calling me) Come on home
La-la la la la la-la la-la la-la la la
ohh! my autumn almanyac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La-la la la la la-la la-la la-la la la
Ohh! my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Bop bop bop-m bop-m ba -ohh! (repeat and fade)