Fryiday's Child Songtext
von Nancy Sinatra

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 by
Friday′s child makes something look like nothing
Friday's child am I, yeah

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

Friday′s child am I.