Sadie, The Cleaning Lady - John Farnham

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