Lyric Friday s Child

From the North
to the South,
ya walked all the way.
Ya know ya left your,
left your home
for good to stay,
while ya built all,
all of your castles
in the sun,
and I watched ya knock em down,
knock em down, each and every one.
Whoa-oh, Friday s child
ya can t stop now.
No.
Whoa-oh, Friday s child
ya can t stop now.

And I watched you
fore you came too ol (??)
and I tol ya
a long time before ya ever came to be told,
"You ve got somethin
that they all wanna know.
You gotta hold on
and never ever let go."
Whoa-oh, Friday s child
ya can t stop now.
No, no.
Whoa-oh, Friday s child
ya cannot stop now,
ya can t stop.

There ya go,
there ya go, rainbows hangin around your feet,
and you re makin out,
you re makin out with everyone that you meet.
even havin a ball
and stayin up late,
and watched the sun come up
round Nottinghill Gate.
Whoa-oh, Friday s child
ya can t stop now.
No, no.
Whoa-oh, Friday s child
ya cannot stop.
You re drivin .
Aaowwh,
no no no no no no no no no,
ya cannot stop now.
You re too much.
Ya can t stop, ya can t stop, ya can t stop, can t stop, no.