John Farnham, anyone? Sadie The Cleaning Lady? First two stanzas, coming up!
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 knee's not getting any younger
Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man's
And time would find her heart 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