I Am Not Your Broom — They Might Be Giants

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

Im leaving you today

I am not your broom

I am not your broom

Ive had enough, Im 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