Lady madonna Songtext
von Pedro Aznar

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
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

See how they run
Lady Madonna, lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night, your stockings needed mending

See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet