John Farnham

Sadie , the cleaning lady
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