Saturday’s Child

Monday’s fine
Tuesdays I’m in trouble
Wednesday’s when the whole world’s after me
Thursday night I’ll be seeing double
Friday morning back out on the street

Saturday’s child don’t sleep ’til Sunday
Still living that TV fantasy
Saturday’s child don’t live forever
That’s the way they want it to be

Sundays I’ll be praying to another
Mondays might as well be working for free
Tuesday night I lost another lover
Wednesday dream of Saturdays to be

Saturday’s child don’t sleep ’til Sunday
Still working in the phantom factory
Saturday’s child don’t live forever
That’s the price of living so free
So free me

I’ve got no use for high society
Their money never lasts that long
I’ve got no interest in reality
While they sleep I play my saxophone

Saturday’s child don’t sleep ’til Sunday
Not everything is pain and misery
Saturday’s world belongs to no one
And that’s the way I like it to be