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If you want to see the sun, then son you better get up And daughter, if you've never lived, then now's the time to start Put a ribbon in your hair to save yourself from harm Saturday, Saturday, never a moment of rest The wolves are howling at the door, would you kindly look your best? Children, take your mother's hand and meet me at the gate Your father's packing up our things, he does the best he can, but winning all the best in life can leave a broken man Oh Sunday, Sunday, never a moment of peace The neighbors, they are laughing now, another stalking street From Letras Mania