Friday's child is planning to out for the first time Says "Don't worry Mum, I won't be out that late" Can't be playing those passive games right now, they're out of date You're awfully sweet, haven't got the time Growing up so fast, got better things to do You can get what you want, you're so young and lovely Oh, oh, la, la, la
Kicking around the centre of the town looking through shop windows Those mannequins look far too real at night Friday's child doesn't know if it's awake or if it's dreaming Says "Don't worry Dad, I'll do my bit, I'll raise the flag I'll be just like you"
"Don't worry Mum, I'm not that dumb, I'll be just like you"