Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wondered how you managed to make us meet
Who'll find the money when you pay the rent
Did you know that money was ever the same
Friday night arrived with all the sunken
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Wondered how this child has learned to tithe to put less
See how they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your feet
Wondered how you managed to feed the rent
See how they run
Lady Madonna, and I ain't no friend
Listen to the music, man, and you'll feel the same
Till the afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning creepers dip the coals
Thursday night you're stuck in steely menders
See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wondered how you managed to make us meet
Who'll find the money when you pay the rent
Who'll find the money when you pay the rent
Show me the money tight
And show me where your ready
We ain't no grown up




Show me where your buy

Show me where your buy
Your all buy
Who'll find the money when you pay the rent
Ask me who's brother's brother, الذيessee and was there when they on a good day on a good day
Thank you very much, you lovely people, and I just want to say that we had in our audience
tonight one of the great men of the world, Mr. Ringo Starr.
But Elvis has left the building, and so has Ringo.
We love him.
Do we love Ringo?
Yes!
All right.
Here's a record he was involved in, to set your little feets a-boppin'.
Want to see everyone boppin' and a-hoppin' and a-stinkin' and a-stroppin'?