On That Note: Now Your Calendar's Complete

Every day you've got to wake up
And disappear behind your makeup
Take away your calendar watch
And you can't keep track until your heart attack
Hey, I'm living in a magazine
Page to page in my submarine
Hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me, need an elevator
Hey, I'll see you later



 
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man
Green polka-dot pajamas
And a Japanese transistor radio
(It's the Mark IV model
That's the one that's discontinued)

 
Who will help you write the pages in the story of your life