Autumn Almanac – The Kinks

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, it's my autumn almanac.

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.my poor rheumatic back Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
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  This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always gonna to stay here  If I live to be ninety-nine, 'Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street And I can't get away Because it's calling me, Hear it calling me, 
Oh, my autumn Armagnac Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn almanac  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes