Lady Madonna

Lady Madonna, children at your feet

Wonder how you manage to make ends meet

Now who finds the money when you pay the rent?

Did you think that money was heaven-sent?

Friday night arrives without no suitcase

Sunday morning creeping like a nun

Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace

See how they run

Lady Madonna, babies at your breast

Wonder how you manage feed the rest

See how they run

Lady Madonna, lying on the bed

Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never-ending

Wednesday morning, paper didn't come

Thursday night, your stockings needed mending

See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet

Wonder how you manage to make ends meet