Sadie, the cleaning lady
With trusty scrubing 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

Oh Sadie, the cleaning lady
Her aching knee's not getting any younger
Well, her red detergent hands
Have for years not held a man's
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...