Now Broom, you must now sweep for me

The dust it fills my room

No, John, I will not sweep for you

For I am not your broom



What nonsense are you speaking, Broom

My words you must obey

Another life awaits me and

I'm leaving you today



I am not your broom

I am not your broom

I've had enough, I'm throwing off

My chains of servitude



I am not your broom

I am not your broom

No longer must I sweep for you

For I am not your broom