We´ve been told to live our lives just
  working on a feeling
  Waitig for the sun to shine on
  what we do believe in
  In every man I hear the cry of
  someone else
  A drowning man reaching out but
  no one hears
  I know a man living out his life
  without a reason
  
  And he says Monday´s got a beautiful baby
  And Wednesday´s child can never win
  Little Saturday will work till he´s crazy
  But Friday´s child he was born to give
  
  Now what about all the unborn people
  that will suffer
  At the hands of Mr Right who cares about
  no other
  I see a mother who let´s her children
  use her up
  I know a father to sacrifice his
  wayward son
  I wonder
  What you give that someone else
  is needing
  Next to nothing
  
  Monday´s got a beatiful baby
  Wednesday´s child can never win
  Little Saturday will work till he´s crazy
  But Friday´s child he was born to give
  
  Chorus