Lyrics Baby Madonna - Bob Rivers

Baby Madonna

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