Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Twenty-Eight Month Calendar
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Verse 1]
Every January, same routine
Brand new grid, brand new dream
I don’t replace my fridge or stove
Just because the month has moved
Paper squares with numbers neat
Twelve months later obsolete
Tick tick tick, the clock just stays
Calendar discarded, clock remains
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Verse 2]
Landfill filled up with days gone by
Recycling’s better, but still why
We all nod like this makes sense
A new calendar, the same events
But the math is patient, calm, and kind
Twenty-eight years, the weeks align
Same old Mondays come back home
So why isn’t a twenty-eight year calendar sold
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Bridge]
You’re saying, “That’s a lot of pages, mate”
Do the sums before you escalate
Three-three-six if you count the months
That’s a paperback, not a stunt
Daily version? No thank you, friend
Ten thousand pages, that’s where I end
That’s a monster, mythological
Ray Harryhausen, ecological
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Outro]
Sell me one twenty-eight year calendar, I’ll make it last
I’ve learned the trick, and done the math
At the end of twenty-eight years, flip it over, start again
When you die, you can will it to a friend
One calendar for twenty-eight revolutions round the sun
It’s a great idea
And its time has come
Twenty-Eight Month Calendar
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Verse 1]
Every January, same routine
Brand new grid, brand new dream
I don’t replace my fridge or stove
Just because the month has moved
Paper squares with numbers neat
Twelve months later obsolete
Tick tick tick, the clock just stays
Calendar discarded, clock remains
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Verse 2]
Landfill filled up with days gone by
Recycling’s better, but still why
We all nod like this makes sense
A new calendar, the same events
But the math is patient, calm, and kind
Twenty-eight years, the weeks align
Same old Mondays come back home
So why isn’t a twenty-eight year calendar sold
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Bridge]
You’re saying, “That’s a lot of pages, mate”
Do the sums before you escalate
Three-three-six if you count the months
That’s a paperback, not a stunt
Daily version? No thank you, friend
Ten thousand pages, that’s where I end
That’s a monster, mythological
Ray Harryhausen, ecological
[Chorus]
I bought one clock and it still works fine
Turns ahead, turns back on time
If we can move the hour twice a year
We can reorganize our minds
I bought one clock, I didn’t complain
So why am I buying a calendar again
[Outro]
Sell me one twenty-eight year calendar, I’ll make it last
I’ve learned the trick, and done the math
At the end of twenty-eight years, flip it over, start again
When you die, you can will it to a friend
One calendar for twenty-eight revolutions round the sun
It’s a great idea
And its time has come
