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>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 colored yellow

So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

Friday evening 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

La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my poor rheumatic back

Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac

La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac

Yes, yes, yes, its 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

And I'm always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nine

Cos 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)

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)

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