"Friday's Child" lyrics - 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..oh
Friday's child...Makes something look like nothing
Friday's child...Am I..ya

[Guitar solo]

Friday's child...Never climbed no mountain
Friday's child...She ain't even gonna tray..oh
Friday's child...Whom they'll forget to bury
Friday's child...Am I