Sadie, the cleaning lady With trusty scrubbing brush and pale of water Worked her fingers to the bone, for the life she had at home Providing at the same time for her daughter Ahh 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 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 Ahh 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 Ahh 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 in spite of hunger Ahh, 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 Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady Her Sam was what she got, hook, line and sinker To her sorrow and dismay, she's still working to this day Her Sam turned out to be a nervous figure Ahh, 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