Mmm.
It's Saturday.
The music's loud.
Time to clean.
I feel proud.
In my socks, I slide and spin.
With my vacuum,
let's begin.
Neighbors think I've lost control.
But I just found my clean soul.
I dance with the vacuum, spin it around.
Waltzing through the mess I found.
Kitchen's my stage, the floor is my fame.
Me and the vacuum winning the game.
Dance, dance with the vacuum.
Oh yeah.
Shake that dust out of the air.
Oh yeah.
Shake that dust out of the air.
Twilights hurling past the old bookshelf.
Singing loud, just being myself.
Mic in one hand,
it's a broom.
Living it up in the living room.
Curtains swing, my moves are bold.
This cleaning groove will never get old.
I dance with the vacuum, spin it around.
Waltzing through the mess I found.
Kitchen's my stage, the floor is my fame.
Me and the vacuum winning the game.
Dance, dance with the vacuum.
Oh yeah.
Shake that dust out of the air.
Forget the chores, forget the rules.
I'm dancing with the vacuum.
But hey,
the house looks kind of clean.
And I just had my disco dream.
I dance with the vacuum, spin it around.
Let the crumbs fall to the ground.
Who needs a song?
You've got a tune.
Me and the vacuum under the moon.
Dance, dance with the vacuum.
Oh yeah.
Mess is gone, but fun is still there.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.