Verse 1: At eight years old, a tale unfolds, Two front teeth, a little bold. They wiggled just a tiny bit, But I confessed, I must admit. Chorus: Oh, dentist man, with hands so cold, Why’d you have to be so bold? My teeth were fine, just slightly loose, Now I’m here, what’s the use? Verse 2: Mama said, “Let’s take a ride, To the dentist, open wide.” No numbing gel, no sweet relief, He pulled them out, oh what a thief! Chorus: Oh, dentist man, with hands so cold, Why’d you have to be so bold? My teeth were fine, just slightly loose, Now I’m here, what’s the use? Bridge: Tears streamed down, my world in pain, Cursing that dental man’s name. If I’d kept quiet, let them be, Those teeth might still be part of me. Chorus: Oh, dentist man, with hands so cold, Why’d you have to be so bold? My teeth were fine, just slightly loose, Now I’m here, what’s the use? Outro: So here’s a lesson learned in youth, Sometimes silence is the truth. Next time teeth begin to sway, I’ll let them dance and have their way.