Autumn Almanac

Ray Davies, released on single, © Davray Music/Carlin Music Corp. 1967

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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 over, mostly coloured yellow,

So I sweep them in my sack.

Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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This is my street, and I'm never gonna leave it,

And I'm always gonna 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)

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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.

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

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

(etc.)

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