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 creeps in like a nun,
monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace,
see how they'll run.
Lady Madonna baby at your brest,
wonder 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.
See hoy they'll run.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comLady Madonna children at your feet,
wonder how you manage to make ends meet