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

CHORUS Ah Sadie , the cleaning lady
Her aching knees not getting any younger
Well her red detergent hands
Had for years not held a man's
And time would find her heart expired 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

CHORUS

Ah , 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 no-good stinker

CHORUS from: Scrub your floors , do your chores etc