No one loves a dentist, friend,

Like surgeons and the knife;

No one means it personally,

It's just a fact of life.

 

No one likes reminding, friend,

About their rotten teeth;

The dee-cay on the surface

And who knows what beneath.

 

No one likes the visits, friend,

The waiting in that queue;

The numbness when the treatment ends

And your mouth won't work for you.

 

No one minds being laid back, friend,

Except in a dental chair;

You'd rather be busy anyway

And anywhere but there.

 

No one loves a dentist, friend,

It's just a fact of life;

And it doesn't make it easier

When your dentist is your wife.