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