You can read out your Bible,
You can fall down on your knees pretty momma
And pray to the Lord but it ain't gonna do you no good.
Chorus:
Cause you gonna need -
You gonna need my help someday
Well if you can't stop your sinnin' please,
Quit your low down ways.
Well you can run down to the White House
You can gaze at the capitol dome pretty momma,
You can pound on the president's gates,
You ought to know by now it's gonna be too late
(Chorus)
Well you can run down to the desert
Throw yourself on the burnin' sand
You can raise up
Lady Madonna
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 creep in like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonder 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 you stockings needed mending.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.