KINKS - Autumn Almanac lyrics

rate me

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,<br>When the dawn begins to crack.<br>It's all part of my autumn almanac.<br>Breeze blows leaves of a musty[mustard? ]-coloured yellow,<br>So I sweep them in my sack.<br>Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.<br><br>Friday evenings, people get together,<br>Hiding from the weather.<br>Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns<br>Can't compensate for lack of sun,<br>Because the summer's all gone.<br><br>La-la-la-la...<br>Oh, my poor rheumatic back<br>Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.<br>La-la-la-la...<br>Oh, my autumn almanac<br>Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.<br><br>I like my football on a saturday,<br>Roast beef on sundays, all right.<br>I go to blackpool for my holidays,<br>Sit in the open sunlight.<br><br>This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,<br>And I'm always gonna to stay here<br>If I live to be ninety-nine,<br>'cause all the people I meet<br>Seem to come from my street<br>And I can't get away,<br>Because it's calling me, (come on home)<br>Hear it calling me, (come on home)<br><br>La-la-la-la...<br>Oh, my autumn armagnac<br>Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.<br>La-la-la-la...<br>Oh, my autumn almanac<br>Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.<br><br>Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!<br>Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!<br>(etc.)