Sadie, The Cleaning Lady

Sadie, the cleaning lady
With trusty scrubing brush and pale of water
Worked her fingers to the bone
For the life she had at home
Providing at the same for her daughter
Oh 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 board
Dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Oh 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
Oh 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 board
Dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady
Her Sam was what she got for crying and singing
To her solo and dismay
She’s still working 'till this day
Her sam then that to be another singer
Scrub your floors, do your chores
Dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady