Well, I Was Born On A Sunday; On Thursday I Had Me A Job.

I Was Born On A Sunday; By Thursday I Was Workin' Out On The Job.

I Ain't Never Had No Day Off Since I Learned Right From Wrong.



Mama Said I Was Bad, I Did Something To Her Head.

Mama Said I Was Bad, I Did Something To Her Head.

And Poppa Threw Me Out, Ooh, Said, "i Gotta Earn My Own Way."



Chorus:

I Ain't Never Been In Trouble;

I Ain't Got The Time.



I Don't Mess Around With Magic, Child.

What I Got Is Mine.



Whatever You Say, Lord, Well, That's What I'm Gonna Do.

Whatever You Say, Well, That's What I'm Gonna Do.

'cause I'm The Working Man, Lord, And I Do The Job For You.



Chorus



Every Friday, Well, That's When I Get Paid.

Don't Take Me On Friday, Lord, 'cause That's When I Get Paid.

Let Me Die On Saturday Night, Ooh, Before Sunday Gets My Head.