Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Listen to the music playing in your head
Thursday night your stockings needed mending
See how they run
See how they run
Pa, pa, pa
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
