Lady Madonna, chilren at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday’s child has learned ot tie his bootlace.
See how they’ll run.

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest.

See how they’ll run.

Lady Madonna, lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head.

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wedn’sday morning papers didn’t come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending.
See how they’ll run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.