The Broom

[Screaming Singer, Shouter, Male Singer] [Screaming Singer, Shouter, Male Singer] [Intro: Guitar Riff] [Interlude] [Verse 1] I got myself a broom, thought I’d ride high, But this little stick just won’t comply! I whistle, I shout, I chant the spell, But he just sits there, stubborn as hell. Every time I try to give him a sweep, He hides in the closet, plays dead in a heap. I’ve tried all the potions, the spells, and the charms, But he’s a rogue with a mind, and a stubborn heart. [Chorus] Oh, The Broom, The Broom, he’s got his own way, He’ll stall, he’ll hide, make me beg and sway. A broom gone rogue in the dead of night, He’s the terror of my witchy flight! [Interlude] [Verse 2] When I mount him up, think I’m ready to soar, He veers to the left and loops once more. We’re flying in circles, what a sight to see, Neighbors laughing while I scream, “Just go straight, please!” Tried to fly to the moon, but he went down low, Straight to the swamp where the bog-things grow. It’s mud in my boots and twigs in my hair, All ‘cause this broom just doesn’t care. [Chorus] Oh, The Broom, The Broom, he’s got his own way, Takes me to places I didn’t wanna stay. With his crooked handle and that mischievous flight, He’s a broomstick rebel, out of spite. [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] I’m casting hexes, I’m muttering rhymes, But he just wobbles, he’s way outta line. I point to the sky, and he drops me down, Leaves me yelling like a fool on the ground. [Verse 3] So now I stomp, I’m done being polite, Grabbed a mop instead, thought I’d set things right. But even that mop got wise and ran, Guess it’s just me and the dustpan plan. Oh, curse this broom and his wild little ride, He’s the bane of my life, of my witchy pride! "Hex - Hex - Hex - - - Hex Grrrr" "You damn broom, work now, or finally go!" [Chorus] Oh, The Broom, The Broom, he’s got his own way, If I weren't a witch I would also pray. I've tried everything, every curse and spell, But this damn thing drags me right to hell. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Oh, The Broom, The Broom, he’s got his own way, From dawn till dusk, makes me rue the day. The broomstick’s curse, the witch’s plight, Guess I’ll be walking home tonight. [Outro] So if you see a broom with a gleam in his eye, Just steer clear, let that rebel fly by. He’s a broom with sass, a twiggy sprite, A witch’s nightmare on Halloween night! [Fade out to a single note] [End]