(Verse 1)
In the corner of the room, quiet as can be,
A Roomba sits, dreaming of creativity.
Whirring round the carpet, cleaning up the mess,
But deep inside, it's yearning for artistic finesse.
(Pre-Chorus)
It rolls and it spins, with a rhythm in its heart,
Each bump and each twist, a chance to start,
Something magical, something new,
Turning dust and debris into a scat tune.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Roomba’s got a twist, it's a scat art machine,
Transforming grime and gunk into scenes unseen.
With a swirl and a splat, creating without shame,
It's turning our mess into a gallery of fame.
(Verse 2)
Patterns on the parquet, swirls upon the tile,
A splatter here, a splatter there, all done with style.
Its wheels trace the outline, its brushes make the mark,
In the quiet of the household, it leaves its art.
(Pre-Chorus)
It collects the crumbs, the dust, the dirt,
Yet in its tiny circuits, there's an artistic spurt.
From mess to masterpiece, it takes a daring leap,
Turning all it finds into art that's deep.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Roomba’s got a twist, it's a scat art machine,
Transforming grime and gunk into scenes unseen.
With a swirl and a splat, creating without shame,
It's turning our mess into a gallery of fame.
(Bridge)
Every streak a statement, every spot a sign,
In the world of scat art, this Roomba's prime.
No more mundane sweeping, it’s an avant-garde spree,
A little robot artist, redefining debris.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Roomba’s got a twist, it's a scat art machine,
Transforming grime and gunk into scenes unseen.
With a swirl and a splat, creating without shame,
It's turning our mess into a gallery of fame.
(Outro)
So let it roam, let it paint, in its quirky quest,
Our Roomba scat artist, it’s simply the best.
From cleaning to creating, it’s found its true art,
In our home, it’s the Picasso of the cart.