If you want to see the sun
Then son you better get up
And daughter if you never live
Now's the time to start
Put a ribbon in your hair
To save yourself from harm
O Saturday, Saturday
Never a time for rest
The wolves are howling at the door
Would you kindly look your best
Children take your mother's hand
And meet me at the gate
Your father is packing up our things
He does the best he can
But wanting all the best in life
Can leave a broken man
O Sunday, Sunday
Never a moment of peace
The neighbors they are laughing now
A leather stocking street