Well, 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 creeping like a nun
Mondays child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run
Well, Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Mmm, listen to the pretty music in your head
Music playing in your head
Pretty music playing in your pretty head
Thank you, baby
Thank you
Thank you, baby
Thank you, thank you, baby
Thank you, Lady Madonna
Hoo-hoo