text: 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