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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Hart
Background Vocals
Davy Jones
Background Vocals
Michael Nesmith
Background Vocals
Peter Tork
Background Vocals
Ron Hicklin
Background Vocals
T. Boyce
Background Vocals
Wayne Erwin
Guitar
Larry Taylor
Bass Guitar
BILLY LEWIS
Drums
Gerry Mcgee
Guitar
Louie Shelton
Guitar
Michel Rubini
Harpsichord
Micky Dolenz
Lead Vocals
Bob Cooper
Oboe
Jack Keller
Piano
Gene Estes
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Hassinger
Recording Engineer
Hank Cicalo
Recording Engineer
Bobby Hart
Producer
T. Boyce
Producer
Jack Keller
Producer
Lyrics
Monday had a sad child
Always feeling low down
Tuesday had a dream child
She's always on the go, so I'm in love with
(Saturday's child)
Every time you take a ride at night
(She's driving me wild)
You wanna kiss and hold her way up tight
(Gonna spend my time)
You can tell the future's lookin' bright
(Makin' sure that Saturday's child is mine)
If you love a Wednesday
You'll live your life apart now
And if you love a Thursday
She's gonna break your heart, so I'm in love with
(Saturday's child)
Every time you hold her close, you'll see
(She's driving me wild)
You can feel the thrill that's gonna be
(Gonna spend my time)
Now the future has a guarantee
(Makin' sure that Saturday's child is mine)
Seven days of the week made to choose from
But only one is right for me
I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe
I can tell by the way she looks at me
Friday likes the good life
She'll take you for a ride now
And Sunday makes a good wife
She wants to be your bride, so I'm in love with
(Saturday's child)
Every time you take a ride at night
(She's driving me wild)
You wanna kiss and hold her way up tight
(Gonna spend my time)
You can tell the future's lookin' bright
(Makin' sure that Saturday's child is mine, Saturday's child)
Every time you take a ride at night
(She's driving me wild)
You wanna kiss and hold her way up tight
(Gonna spend my time)
You can tell the future's lookin' bright
(Makin' sure that Saturday's child is mine, Saturday's child)
Written by: David Gates