Monday's child is fair of face Tuesday's child is full of grace Wednesday's child is full of woe Thursday's child has far to go Friday's child is kind and giving Saturday's child works hard for a living But the child that was born on the Sabbath Day Is blithe and bonny and good and gay I was born on a Wednesday I don't know about you I always wanted to meet Sunday's child And tell her what to do 'Cause I was so angry And, oh, how I cried Why, oh, why do I have to be Wednesday's child? Thought I could change the story Didn't like how the way it looked So I took my pencil And I rewrote that whole storybook 'Cause I was so angry And, oh, how I cried Why, oh, why do I have to be Wednesday's child? If I could write music I'd rewrite all the songs That you hear on the radio All the sad songs They're about me If I could write Latin I'd rewrite the way All the Latin-based languages Are spoken, all the sad words They're about me If I could write one song It wouldn't be this one This one's too sad Or maybe it's just bad I'm so angry And, oh, how I cried Why, oh, why do I have to be Wednesday's child? Monday's child is fair of face (narcissist) Tuesday's child is full of grace (a little stiff) Wednesday's child is full of woe (whatever) Thursday's child has far to go (get out) Friday's child is kind and giving (s**er) Saturday's child works hard for a living (overachiever) But the child that was born on the Sabbath Day Is blithe and bonny and good and gay