Wednesday's Child

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 (sucker)

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