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