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The Monkees Saturday's Child
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Monkees
The Monkees
Исполнитель
Bobby Hart
Bobby Hart
Бэк-вокал
Davy Jones
Davy Jones
Бэк-вокал
Michael Nesmith
Michael Nesmith
Бэк-вокал
Peter Tork
Peter Tork
Бэк-вокал
Ron Hicklin
Ron Hicklin
Бэк-вокал
Tommy Boyce
Tommy Boyce
Бэк-вокал
Wayne Erwin
Wayne Erwin
Гитара
Larry Taylor
Larry Taylor
Бас-гитара
BILLY LEWIS
BILLY LEWIS
Барабаны
Gerry Mcgee
Gerry Mcgee
Гитара
Louie Shelton
Louie Shelton
Гитара
Michel Rubini
Michel Rubini
Клавесин
Micky Dolenz
Micky Dolenz
Вокал
Bob Cooper
Bob Cooper
Гобой
Jack Keller
Jack Keller
Фортепиано
Gene Estes
Gene Estes
Тамбурин
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
David Gates
David Gates
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
David Hassinger
David Hassinger
Инженер звукозаписи
Hank Cicalo
Hank Cicalo
Инженер звукозаписи
Bobby Hart
Bobby Hart
Продюсер
Tommy Boyce
Tommy Boyce
Продюсер
Jack Keller
Jack Keller
Продюсер

Слова

Monday had a sad child Always feeling low down Tuesday had a dream child She's always on the go So I'm in love with Saturday's child Every time you take her out at night (she drives me wild) You want to kiss and hold her way up tight (gonna spend my time) You can tell the future's looking bright (making sure that Saturday's child is mine) If you love a Wednesday You live your life apart now And if you love a Thursday She's gonna break your heart So I'm in love with Saturday's child Every time you hold her close you'll see (She drives me wild) You can feel the thrill that's gonna be (Gonna spend my time) Now the future has a guarantee (Making sure that Saturday's child is mine) Seven days of the week made to choose from But only one is right for me I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe I can tell by the way she looks at me Friday likes a good life She'll take you for a ride now And Sunday makes a good wife She wants to be your bride So I'm in love with Saturday's child Every time you take her out at night (she drives me wild) You want to kiss and hold her way up tight (gonna spend my time) You can tell the future's looking bright (making sure that Saturday's child is mine, Saturday's child) Every time you take her out at night (she drives me wild) You want to kiss and hold her way up tight (gonna spend my time) You can tell the future's looking bright (making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
Writer(s): David Gates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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