Sadie

Sadie, the cleaning lady

With trusty scrubbing brush and pale of water

Worked her fingers to the bone, for the life she had at home

Providing at the same time for her daughter

Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady

Her aching knees not getting any younger

Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man's

And time would find her heart 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

Ahh 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

Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady

Her aching knees not getting any younger

Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man's

And time would find her heart in spite of hunger

Ahh, 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

Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady

Her Sam was what she got, hook, line and sinker

To her sorrow and dismay, she's still working to this day

Her Sam turned out to be a nervous figure

Ahh, 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 (fade)