Lady Madonna

We have a ever happy end, yeah, balling

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 the 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
Who finds the money, when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven-sent?

Friday night now arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning, creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run

Whoa-whoa, yeah

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning, papers didn't come
Thursday night, your stockings needed mending
See how they run
Ooh-oh, oh-whoa

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?

Lady Madonna (oh, oh) (lady)
Lady Madonna (oh, oh) (lady)
Lady Madonna (lady) (oh-whoa, oh-whoa)
Lady Madonna (lady)
Di-dab-di-bab, ba-ba-no-aye-aye
Oh, oh-my-eh-eh-aye-eh



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon
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