The Beatles - Lady Madonna 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 creeping like a nunMonday's child has learned to tie his bootlegsSee how they runLady Madonna, baby at your breastWonders how you manage to feed the restPa, pa, paSee how they runLady Madonna lying on the bedListen to the music playing in your headTuesday afternoon is never endingWednesday morning papers didn't comeThursday night your stockings needed mendingSee how they runLady Madonna, children at your feetWonder how you manage to make ends meet