Friday's child is planning to go out for the first time. Says. Don't worry Mum. I won't be out that late. Done me 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 They're out of date.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. So young and lovely. Kicking around in the centre of the town. Looking in 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. You can get what you want. So young and lovely. Don't worry Mum. I'm not that dumb. I'll be just like you. Oh no why. Why d'you do it?.