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Monday had a sad child,
Always feeling low down,
Tuesday had a dream child,
She’s always on the go,
So I’m in love with Saturday’s child,
Every time you take a ride at night,
She’s driving me wild,
You wanna kiss,
And hold her way up tight,
Gonna spend my time,
You can tell the future’s looking bright,
Making sure,
That Saturday’s child is mine.
If you love a Wednesday,
You’ll live your life apart, now,
And if you love a Thursday,
She’s gonna break you’re heart,
So I’m in love with Saturday’s child,
Every time you hold her close,
You’ll see, she’s driving me wild,
You can feel the thrill that’s gonna be,
Gonna spend my time,
Now the future has a guarantee,
Making sure,
That Saturday’s child is mine.
Seven days of the week,
Made to choose from,
But only one is right to me,
I know that Saturday’s,
Got what it takes, babe,
I can tell by the way she looks at me.
Friday likes the good life,
She’ll take you for a ride, now,
And Sunday makes a good wife,
She wants to be a bride,
So I’m in love with Saturday’s child.