Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child lyrics

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 pa**ed 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