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 
Ah Sadie the cleaning lady 
Her aching knee's not getting any younger 
Well her red detergent hands have for years not held a mans 
And time would find her hard 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 
Ah, 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 
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Ah, Sadie the cleaning lady 
Her aching knee's not getting any younger 
Well, her red detergent hands have for years not held a mans 
And time would find her hard in spite of hunger 
Ah, 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 
Ah, Sadie the cleaning lady 
Her Sam was what she got for crying and singing 
To her solo and dismay, she's still working til this day 
Her Sam turned out to be another singer 
Ah, 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 
Repeat and fade