| Song | September Song |
| Artist | Young Gods |
| Album | Play Kurt Weill |
| Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December | |
| But the days grow short when you reach September | |
| When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame | |
| One hasn't got time for the waiting game | |
| Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few | |
| September, November | |
| And these few precious days I'll spend with you | |
| These precious days I'll spend with you |