More Dental Blues

I have the dentist blues I have them bad Have to go to the dentist For my twice yearly torture session In order to save my remaining teeth I must endure the never ending pain I have the dentist blues I have them bad I must have known over 100 dentists During my 61 years around the sun Some were good, some were great A few became friends A few became enemies All became richer From fixing my crooked no good very bad misbehaving evil teeth I have the dentist blues I have them bad All tortured me Saying it was for my own good To save my crooked wicked teeth My teeth are bad Wicked, misbehaving Rotten to the core And always have I have the dentist blues I have them bad I tried orthodontic braces As a child Gave it up as an adult Did everything except implants So many crowns So many root canals So many pulled teeth And partial dentures to boot So much dental work My teeth are gold plated Monuments to the dental artistry I have the dentist blues I have them bad A few dentists were exceptionally good A few exceptionally bad A few were crooks by and by I have the dentist blues I have them bad My current dentist is good He keeps the chit chat down Does not lecture me on his political views Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush Or Trump taking your forced silence As acceptance of his right wing views Imagine a dentist talking endlessly About her children’s latest escapade While drilling away Assuming you cared When all you wanted Was to end the torture I have the dentist blues I have them bad And imagine a sexy dentist Or hygienist working away As you think of her in bed And can’t get that thought Out of you head As they drill and poke I have the dentist blues I have them bad Yes I have a love-hate relationship With dentists Can’t stand them Can’t stand the pain But they save my teeth And save my smile And so I forgive them One and all I have the dentist blues I have them bad