LADY McCARTNEY
(Hartney/Mackay/Lennon/McCartney)

Lady McCartney, with her wooden leg,
After her divorce she'll never have to beg;
Who finds the money when you pay the rent,
Could it be an alimony settlement?

Friday night your marriage needed mending
Monday morning dreamt of a massive sum,
Beatles' royalties are never ending
Sell your story to the SUN!

Old Lord McCartney, now he's sixty four,
No-one needs him, no-one feeds him anymore!
Pa pa pa pa...
Sell your story to the SUN!

Meanwhile, Madonna, baby at her breast
Wonders how we manage to feed the rest
She told the father, the wean's no comin' back
Maybe she and Macca could adopt Iraq

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Oprah Winfrey, then the Sunday Sport
Thursday night she met with Paul McCartney
See you in court

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

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