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Autumn Almanac (Mono) - 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-colored yellow
So I sweep them in my sack yes 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
La la la la oh 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 come on home
Hear it calling me come on home
La la la la oh my autumn almanac
Yes yes yes it's my autumn almanac
La la la la oh my autumn almanac
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
Bop bop bop bop bop whoa
Bop bop bop bop bop whoa