Lyrics:

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 creep in like a nunMonday's
child has learned to tie his bootlaceSee how they runLady Madonna, baby at your breastWonder how you manage to feed the res
tSee how they runLady Madonna, lying on the bedListen to the music playing in your headTuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't comeThursday night you stockings needed mendingSee how they runLady Madonna, children at y
our feetWonder how you manage to make ends meet