Well, I was born on a Sunday   On Thursday I had me a job   I was born on a Sunday, By   Thursday I was working out on the job      I ain't never had no day off    Since I learned right from wrong   Mama said 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 mine      Whatever 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, and I do the job for you      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 mine      Every 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