Each moment, every year
Comes down to this–
An awesome, dreadful
Visit to the dentist;
Will there be a pick, scrape, drill
Or probe?
Thinking about it
Is enough to rupture my frontal lobe.
The dentist is an amiable fellow,
But beware–
He might be an alien
With wavy, black hair;
With his pick and mirror,
What will be see?
I don’t want to end up
An X-File on TV.
But beware–
He might be an alien
With wavy, black hair;
With his pick and mirror,
What will be see?
I don’t want to end up
An X-File on TV.
He tilts me back,
My head nearly touches the floor;
I hope those pliers
Are to fix the door;
Do I smell gas?
It’ll dull my mind,
Removing all evidence
Of a heinous crime.
My head nearly touches the floor;
I hope those pliers
Are to fix the door;
Do I smell gas?
It’ll dull my mind,
Removing all evidence
Of a heinous crime.
A clean bill of health
Is like a governor’s reprieve,
Just give me a toothbrush
And I’m ready to leave;
My next visit
Won’t come too soon,
But why is the dentist’s address
The Black Lagoon?
Is like a governor’s reprieve,
Just give me a toothbrush
And I’m ready to leave;
My next visit
Won’t come too soon,
But why is the dentist’s address
The Black Lagoon?
