Autum Almanac

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,

When the dawn begins to crack.

It's all part of 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 autumn sunlight.

The Kinks - Autum Almanac