Tekster: They Might Be Giants. I Am Not Your Broom.

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