Lady Madonna
Children at your feet
Wonders 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 creeping like a nun
Monday’s child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run.

Lady Madonna,
Baby at your breast,
Wonders how you manage
To feed the rest.
Did you think that
Money was Heaven-sent?

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning’s paper didn’t come.
Thursday night your stocings needed mending
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head.
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet?