Lyrics:
Lady MadonnaChildren at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meatWho 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 runLady MadonnaBaby at your breast Wonders how you manage to feed the restSee how they runLady MadonnaLying on the bedListen to the music playing in your headTuesday afternoon is never endingWednesday morning papers didn't comeThursday night your stockings needed mendingSee how they runLady MadonnaChildren at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet