The Dentist

We’ve all had at least one uncomfortable visit to the dentist. Maybe the wisdom-tooth anesthesia made you go loopy, or you were sloppy, awkward, drooling like a bulldog with a new chew toy.

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The tale portrayed in my song, “The Dentist,” might be as terrible, no, let’s say more disturbing than any of the previous examples.

You just went in for a cleaning and somehow left the office having more than just plaque scraped away from your very being.

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Before you gaze into your dentist’s probing eyes. Before you’re blinded by the dental operating light’s penetrating beams. Before the anesthesia kicks in. Make sure your pants are pulled up tight, and you’re wearing your date underwear. This is “The Dentist.”