Autumn days when the grass keeps growing,
All these things I love so well,
Not as much as summer though,
That's when you come to town,
Wander round the streets all day,
Not Knowing what to do,
Cos getting pissed and getting stoned,
Is all I ever do.
And the summer sun shines down on your back,
Cos you've fallen on your face,
And the winters cold cannot compare,
to a pair of Emily's underwear.