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.
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.
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, I do the job for you.
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.