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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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