| She’s hanging the clothes on the line |
| You’re laying by the river |
| You’ve still got them on your mind |
| It’s making you shiver |
| The summer didn’t last that long |
| Cos now it’s September |
| But you must remember leave the porch light on |
| Boys will be boys |
| But whatever happens to the boys of autumn |
| Boys will be boys |
| And you won’t forget those boys of autumn |
| You painted the leaves in July |
| That’s when you had a reason |
| Now you watch as they fall from the sky |
| They’re touching down for the season |
| Deep inside you always realise |
| What you saw was never in your eyes |
| But you can’t forgive those adolescent lies |
| And boys will be boys |
| But whatever happens to the boys of autumn |
| Boys will be boys |
| And you won’t forget those boys of autumn |
| As you get a little longer |
| It gets a little colder |
| But when the winter’s over |
| They become the boys of summer again |
| She’s hanging the clothes on the line |
| You’re laying by the river |
| You’ve still got them on your mind |
| Ooooo, it’s making you shiver |
| The summer didn’t last that long |
| It’s now September |
| But you must remember leave the porch light on |
| And boys will be boys |
| But whatever happens to boys of autumn |
| Boys will be boys |
| You won’t forget those boys of autumn |
| And boys will be boys |
| Whatever happens to boys of autumn |
| Boys will be boys |
| And you won’t forget those boys of autumn |