Well, I was born on a Sunday, on Thursday I had me a job
I was born on a Sunday, by Thursday I was workin' out on the job
I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrongSaid I was bad, I did something to her head
Mama said, I was bad, I did something to her head
And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, "I gotta earn my own way"I ain't never been in trouble
I ain't got the time
I don't mess around with magic, child
What I got is mineWhatever you say, Lord, well, that's what I'm gonna do
Whatever you say, well, that's what I'm gonna do
'Cause I'm the working man, Lord, I do the job for youI ain't never been in trouble
I ain't got the time
I don't mess around with magic, child
What I got is mineEvery Friday, well, that's when I get paid
Don't take me on Friday, Lord, 'cause that's when I get paid
Let me die on Saturday night, ooh, before Sunday gets my head