Baby Madonna - Bob Rivers

She’s no lady, Madonna, she wears that bullet bra

Wonder how she’ll manage to be a ma

Who was the daddy?

Who’s the lucky gent?

We know that there’s been many who came and went

Friday night she hangs around with fruitcakes

No one would mistake her for a nun

Now she’s buying studded leather booties

She’s got a bun in the oven

Baby Madonna sucking on a breast

Wonder if the NBA will share the rest?

She’s got a bun in the oven

Baby Madonna waiting in the womb

She wants to dance like mommy but there ain’t no room