His dentist is a real nice guy
As he can plainly see
But as he sits in his fancy chair
He's as nervous as can be.
The little tray in front of him
With all the tools in a line
Makes him wonder what he would do
If he added a few things of his.
He tells him in a soothing voice
What needs to be done to his chopper
Then in a voice that can hardly be heard
The price he quotes is a whopper.
He knows that he can't get along
Without his dentistry
And the price he asks isn't half as bad
As his pain and misery.
When the work is complete
And his pain disappears
He can tell at a glance, with half a chance
He'll be paid up in two or three years.