Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child Lyrics

Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, her sister's misery
Friday's child, her daddy they call hard times
Friday's child, that's me

Friday's child, born a little ugly
Friday's child, good looks passed her byoh
Friday's child, makes something look like nothing
Friday's child, am iya

Friday's child, never climbed no mountain
Friday's child, she ain't even gonna trayoh
Friday's child, whom they'll forget to bury
Friday's child, am I