Lady Madonna
(John Lennon, Paul McCartney)
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who found the money when you pay the rent
Did you think money was heaven sent
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday’s child has learned to tie his shoelace
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Well, I wonder how you managed to feed all the rest
Lady Madonna, sprawled out on the bed
Just listen to the rhythm playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon was never ending
And Wednesday morning the paper man did not come
Thursday night your stocking needed mending
Oh, ain’t it awful how they run
Lady Madonna, you got children at your feet
And I’m wondering how will you manage
To make, to make those ends meet
Who’s gonna find the money when you got to
You got to pay the rent
But I told, but I told you, did you think it would be heaven sent
Friday night he arrives without his suitcase
Sunday morning creeping in just like a nun
Your baby has learned to tie his shoelace
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Well, you know what you must do
To pay your rent