Sadie, the cleaning lady

With trusted 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



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 expired of hunger



Ahh, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sa-adie

Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady

Can't afford to get bored dear old Sa-adie

Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady



Oh Sa-adie, 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, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sa-adie

Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady

Can't afford to get bor-ored dear old Sa-adie

Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady



Ahh Sa-adie, 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 no-good stinker



Ahh, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sa-adie

Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady

Can't afford to get bor-ored dear old Sa-adie

Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady