Sadie, the cleaning lady,
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With trusty scrubing brush and pale of water,
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Worked her fingers to the bone,
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For the life she had at home,
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Providing at the same for her daughter.
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Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
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Her aching knee's not getting any younger,
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Well her red detergent hands,
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Have for years not held a mans,
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And time would find her hard in spite of hunger.
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Scrub your floors, do your chores,
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Dear old Sadie,
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady.
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Can't afford to get board,
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Dear old Sadie,
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady.
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Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
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Her female mind would find a way of trapping,
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Though as gentle as a lamb,
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Sam the elevator man,
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So she could spend the night by tv napping,
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Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
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Her aching knee's not getting any younger,
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Well her red detergent hands,
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Have for years not held a mans,
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And time would find her hard in spite of hunger.
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Scrub your floors, do your chores,
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Dear old Sadie,
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady.
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Can't afford to get board,
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Dear old Sadie,
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady.
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Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady,
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Her Sam was what she got for crying and singing.
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To her solo and dismay,
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She's still working 'till this day,
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Her sam then that to be another singer.
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Scrub your floors, do your chores,
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Dear old Sadie,
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady.
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Sadie (The Cleaning Lady)
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| John Farnham |
