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the kinks - autumn almanac lyrics

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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

friday evenings, people get together
hiding from the weather
tea and toasted, b-ttered 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 sat-rday
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 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

bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!



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