Friday's Child

Friday's Child - Will Young

We've been told to live our lives

Just working on a feeling

Waiting for the sun to shine on

What we do believe in

In every man

I hear the cry of someone else

A drowning man reaching out

But no one hears

I know a man living out his life

Without a reason

And he says

Monday's got a beautiful baby

And Wednesday's child can never win

He can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

But Friday's child he was born to give

Now what about all the unborn

People that will suffer

Now baby

At the hands of Mr Right

Who cares about no other

I see a mother who lets her children use her up

I know a father who sacrifices his wayward son

I wonder

What you give that someone else is needing nothing nothing

Monday's got a beautiful baby

No no

And Wednesday's child can never win

He can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

No no

But Friday's child he was born to give

Monday's got a beautiful baby

And Wednesday's child can never win

He can never never never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

Now

But Friday's child he's say

Monday's got a beautiful baby

No

And Wednesday's child can never win

He can never never never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

Yeah nothing

Friday's child

He was Friday's child

He was Friday's child

He is it is Friday's child

He was born

Born born