Saturday’s Child

Monday's fine Tuesday 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 (y'know what I mean?) Saturday's child don't sleep 'til Sunday Still living that TV fantasy Well, 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 Well, 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 Well, Saturday's world belongs to no one And that's the way I like it to be Yeah, that's the way I like it to be