Текст песни Nancy Sinatra - Fridays Child

Friday's childHard luck is her brother
Friday's childHer sister's misery
Friday's childHer daddy they call hard times
Friday's childThat's me

Friday's childBorn a little ugly
Friday's child Good looks passed her byoh
Friday's childMakes something look like nothing
Friday's childAm Iya

Guitar Solo

Friday's childNever climbed no mountain
Friday's childShe ain't even gonna trayoh
Friday's childWhom they'll forget to bury
Friday's childAm I