Autumn Almanac The Kinks

[Chorus]
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack
It's all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

[Verse 1]
Friday evenings, 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

[Chorus]
La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

[Verse 2]
I like my football on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight