Lady Madonna, children at your feetWonder how you manage to make ends meetWho finds the money when you pay the rent?Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcaseSunday morning creeping like a nunMonday’s child has learned to tie his bootlaceSee how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breastWonders how you manage to feed the rest
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bedListen to the music playing in your head (head)
Tuesday afternoon is never endingWednesday morning papers didn’t comeThursday night, your stockings needed mendingSee how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feetWonder how you manage to make ends meet
