Days, no need to count their number
No need to keep a record like
The calendar on the wall
Days, devoid of all ambition
Sitting in the kitchen with
The calendar on the wall
These are the happy days of boredom
They excite me through and through
Days, when I don't mind admitting
How much I hate the kitten on
The calendar on the wall
These are the happy days of boredom
They excite me through and through
Oh days, no need to count their number
No need to keep a record like
The calendar on the wall
No need to keep a record like
The calendar on the wall