Autumn's Vicar - Lambchop

Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester 
My uncle's uncle's uncles fester 
To chesnutt's empty sound 
One by one they hit the ground 
It's fall and it's warm 
And i've got a sweater 

Tell me nothing nothing's better 
The flowers wilt from the weight of the leaves 
But it's not the cold 
It's the dryness 
That makes it so, (groovy) 

Believe you me 
Believe me you 
Let it roll 
God cues his trees to drop their load 
I've got some used cowboy boots 
You've got some weed 

It's a noisy cracked accumulation 
Of golden brown, mr. Brown's first born 
Can anyone get it 
It's not too obvious 
Two friends locked in a dutch romance 

It's the angry middle aged distraction 
Your postman stumbles in the yard 
With a message long 
You communicate through song 
And take it up with the vicar 

Believe you me 
Believe me you 
Grateful for the score 
The nuts today you store 
Could come in handy in the future