Текст: Proclaimers. Calendar On The Wall.

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