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
Little Saturday will work 'til he's crazy
But Friday's child is born to give

Now what about all the unborn people that will suffer
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 to sacrifices his wayward son
I wonder what you give that someone else is needing 
Nothing giving

Monday's got a beautiful baby
And Wednesday's child can never win
Little Saturday will work 'til he's crazy
But Friday's child is born to give

Monday's got a beautiful baby
And Wednesday's child can never win
Little Saturday will work 'til he's crazy
But Friday's child is born to give

Monday's got a beautiful baby
And Wednesday's child can never win
Little Saturday will work 'til he's crazy
But Friday's child is 
But Friday's child is 
But Friday's child is