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