Saturday's Child
I'm a Saturday's child, born to be wild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I dance and swing on a Saturday night,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til noon on Sunday.
Sunday's child, gotta be so good,
Monday's child, gotta chop the wood,
Tuesday's child, Wednesday's child,
One's too meek, the other's too wild.
Thursday's, Friday's children know,
How to plant corn and make it grow.
Oh-oh, now ain't a crime,
Oh-oh, I'm happy that I'm a:
Saturday's child, born to be wild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I dance and swing on a Saturday night.
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til noon on Sunday.
Sunday night, I met a little girl,
Monday night, we went on a whirl,
Tuesday night, Wednesday night,
I kissed her first and held her tight.
Thursday, Friday were the same,
'Til we married and the children came,
Oh-oh they're driving me wild,
Oh-oh cause every child is a:
Saturday's child, born to be wild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I dance and swing on a Saturday night,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til noon on Sunday.
Sunday night, none of those kids are good,
Monday they never chop the wood,
Tuesday, Wednesday every child,
Out all night and are running wild.
Thursday, Friday off in the morn,
Sowing their oats while they plant their corn.
Oh-oh, now ain't it a crime,
Oh-oh, I'm sorry that I'm a:
Saturday's child, old and mild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I break my back 'til I hit the sack,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til dawn on Sunday,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til dawn on Sunday,
A poor little Saturday's child.
Saturday is the one day,
When I dance and swing on a Saturday night,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til noon on Sunday.
Sunday's child, gotta be so good,
Monday's child, gotta chop the wood,
Tuesday's child, Wednesday's child,
One's too meek, the other's too wild.
Thursday's, Friday's children know,
How to plant corn and make it grow.
Oh-oh, now ain't a crime,
Oh-oh, I'm happy that I'm a:
Saturday's child, born to be wild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I dance and swing on a Saturday night.
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til noon on Sunday.
Sunday night, I met a little girl,
Monday night, we went on a whirl,
Tuesday night, Wednesday night,
I kissed her first and held her tight.
Thursday, Friday were the same,
'Til we married and the children came,
Oh-oh they're driving me wild,
Oh-oh cause every child is a:
Saturday's child, born to be wild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I dance and swing on a Saturday night,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til noon on Sunday.
Sunday night, none of those kids are good,
Monday they never chop the wood,
Tuesday, Wednesday every child,
Out all night and are running wild.
Thursday, Friday off in the morn,
Sowing their oats while they plant their corn.
Oh-oh, now ain't it a crime,
Oh-oh, I'm sorry that I'm a:
Saturday's child, old and mild,
Saturday is the one day,
When I break my back 'til I hit the sack,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til dawn on Sunday,
And sleep, sleep, sleep, 'til dawn on Sunday,
A poor little Saturday's child.
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
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