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
Till 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 and the
other's too mild
Thursday, Friday's children know
How to plant corn and to make it grow
Oh -oh -oh, now ain't it a crime
Oh -oh -o h, 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,
till noon on Sunday
Sunday night, I met a little girl
A Monday night, we went on the world
Tuesday night, Wednesday night
I kissed her first and I held her tight
Thursday, Friday, we're the same
Till we married and the children came
Whoa -oh -oh, they're drivin' me wild
Whoa -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
Till noon on Sunday
Sunday, none of those kids are good
Monday, they never chop the wood
Tuesday, Wednesday, every child
Out all night and running wild
Thursday, Friday, off in the morn
Sowin' their oats while I plant the corn
Oh, oh, oh, now ain't it a crime
Oh, 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 till I hit the sand
And sleep, sleep, sleep,
till dawn on Sunday.
And sleep, sleep, sleep,
till dawn on Sunday.
A bold little Saturday's a -tryin'.