A/N: My sister and I came up with this song when we needed a motivation to clean. Please R&R. This is also my first fic. Enjoy (or not). The tune is from the song "How Can I Make a Man Out of You", or something like that...

Disclaimer: I don't own Mulan or Stanley Steemer.


Let's get down to business

To defeat the mess

Did they send me water

When I asked for soap?

You're the saddest broom I ever met

But you can bet

Your life is through

How could I make good use out of you?

Tranquil as a duster

But with feathers within

Once you find your cleanser you are sure to win

You're a useless, dirty pathetic lot

And you haven't got a clue

Somehow I'll make good use out of you.

I'm never gonna clean this mess

Say good-bye to those who used me

Boy, was I a dope at home for making mess

This guy's got 'em cleaning to death

Hope he doesn't see right through me

Now I really wish that I knew how to clean

(Be a tool)

We must be swift as a house cleaner (Be a tool)

With all the force of Stanley Steemer (Be a tool)

With all the strength of a raging vacuum Mysterious as the dark side of the room

Time is racing toward us till the dirt subsides

Heed my every order and you might survive

You're unsuited for spring cleaning

So pack up, go home you're through

How could I make good use out of you?

(Be a tool)

We must be swift as a house cleaner (Be a tool)

With all the force of Stanley Steemer (Be a tool)

With all the strength of a raging vacuum

Mysterious as the dark side of the room

(Be a tool)

We must be swift as a house cleaner (Be a tool)

With all the force of Stanley Steemer (Be a tool)

With all the strength of a raging vacuum

Mysterious as the dark side of the room