| Song | Sadie The Cleaning Lady |
| Artist | John Farnham |
| Album | The Classic Gold Collection: 1967 - 1985 |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| Ahh Sadie, the cleaning la-ady | |
| 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 expired 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 (fade) |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| Ahh Sadie, the cleaning laady | |
| 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 expired 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 fade |