Autumn: why do they go b-brown (talkin’ ‘bout my vegetation)
Gust o’ wind can make a mound (gustin’ may cause consternation)
Soaked right through and awful c-c-cold (drippin’ with precipitation)
I hope I dry before I get mould (hopin’ for some desiccation)
This is my vegetation…this is my vegetation story

An’ when they fall th-they decay (talkin’ ‘bout my vegetation)
Yeah, drop off a twig when they all s-s-sway (talkin’ ‘bout defoliation)
I’m not tryin’ to curse or rib c-c-creation (talkin’ ‘bout no denigration)
I’m just talkin’ ‘bout my t-t-t-transformation (talkin’ ‘bout my denudation)
My vegetation…this is my vegetation story

They’re on the wall: f-found a way (needin’ some co-ordination)
Yeah, this guy an’ k-kid want conker p-p-p-p---p-play (wantin’ some for recreation)
I’m now tryin’ to cause a b-big cessation (dealin’ them an execration)
They’re just climbin’ through my v-vegetation (thinkin’ nowt of preservation)
This’ll be aggravation…this’ll be aggravation maybe

Winter: now they’ve all gone d-down (needin’ now some consolation)
Gust o’ wind has m-m-m-made a mound (talkin’ ‘bout that cumulation)
Leaves it blew look awesome g-g-gold (talkin’ ‘bout their colouration)
Yeah, I think I’ll die before I get old (thinkin’ ‘bout deforestation)
That was my vegetation…that was my vegetation story