Sadie, Sadie

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill)



Sadie, Sadie married lady



See what's on my hand



There's nothing quite as touching



As a simple wedding band



Oh how that marriage license works



On chamber maids and hotel clerks



The honeymoon was such delight



That we got married that same night



I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady



Still in bed at noon



Cracking my brain deciding



Between orange juice and prune



He says nothing is too good for me



And who am I not to agree



I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady



That's me



Sadie, Sadie married lady



Meet a mortgagee,



The owner of a ice-box



With a ten year guarantee



Oh, sit me in the softest seat



Quick a cushion for my feet



Do for me buy for me



Lift me carry me



Finally got a guy to marry me



Do my nails, read up on the sales



All day the records play



Then he comes home I tell him



Oh, what a day I had today



I swear I'll do my wifely job



Just sit at home become a slob



I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady



I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady



I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady that's me



That's who?



That's you!



That's me



I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady that's me