Sadie the cleaning lady
With trusty scrubbing brush and pail of water
Worked her fingers to the bone for the life she had at home
Providing at the same time for her daughter
Ah Sadie the cleaning lady
Her aching knee's not getting any younger
Well her red detergent hands have for years not held a mans
And time would find her hard in spite of hunger
Scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
Can't afford to get bored, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
Ah, Sadie the cleaning lady
Her female mind would find a way of trapping
Though as gentle as a lamb, Sam the elevator man
So she could spend the night by TV napping
Ah, Sadie the cleaning lady
Her aching knee's not getting any younger
Ah, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
Can't afford to get bored dear old Sadie
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
Ah, Sadie the cleaning lady
Her Sam was what she got for crying and singing
To her solo and dismay, she's still working til this day
Her Sam turned out to be another singer
Ah, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
Can't afford to get bored dear old Sadie
Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
Repeat and fade