Calendar On The Wall - The Proclaimers

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

Ohh, 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