Lyrics:

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.
Sadie the cleaning lady. Her aching knees not gotting any younger.
Well her red detergent hands have for years not held a man's, and time would find her heart
expired 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 board dear old Sadie. Looks as though you'll
always be a cleaning lady. Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady, the female mind will find a way of
trapping, thou as gentle as a lamb, Sam the elevator man. So she could spend her nights by TV
napping. Oh, 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.
Oh, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie. Looks as though you'll always be a
cleaning lady. Sadie the cleaning lady. Can't afford to get board dear old Sadie. Looks as
though you'll always be a cleaning lady. Sadie the cleaning lady. Her Sam was what she got,
hook, line and sinker. To her sorry and dismay, she's still working to this day, ah Sam turned out
to be another stinker????. Oh scrub your floors, do your chores dear ol' Sadie. Looks as though
you'll always be a cleaning lady. Can't afford to get board dear ol' Sadie.