Lady Madonna, children 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 to tie his bootlaces.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast,
wonder how you manage to feed the rest.
See how they run. 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 pagpers didn't come.
Thursday night your stockings are needed mending.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, children at your feet,
wonder how you manage to make ends meet.