Sadie, the cleaning lady
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With trusty scrubbing brush and pale of water
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Worked her fingers to the bone, for the life she had at home
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Providing at the same time for her daughter
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Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady
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Her aching knees not getting any younger
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Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man's
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And time would find her heart in spite of hunger
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Scrub your floors, do your chores, 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 bored dear old Sadie
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
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Ahh 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, Sam the elevator man
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So she could spend the night by TV, napping
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Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady
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Her aching knees not getting any younger
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Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man's
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And time would find her heart in spite of hunger
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Ahh, scrub your floors, do your chores, 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 bored dear old Sadie
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Looks as though you'll always be a cleaning lady
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Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady
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Her Sam was what she got, hook, line and sinker
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To her sorrow and dismay, she's still working to this day
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Her Sam turned out to be a nervous figure
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Ahh, scrub your floors, do your chores, 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 bored dear old Sadie (fade)
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Sadie
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John Farnham |