I’ve never lost a wink of sleep
About the colour of my hair
I don’t have an ample bosom
And I really do not care

I don’t have huge and sparkling eyes
Or a tummy that is flat
I don’t think at all about my weight
My worry’s not of that

Three little words I dread to hear
Three I fret about
The day the dentist says to me
“Right girl, They’re coming out!”

I love my set of molars
And I don’t want to lose them
I brush them every night and day
Don’t knock them or abuse them

My life wouldn’t be worth living
If he took them all away
I think I’d give up sex and drink
To make sure that they stay

I don’t fear the dentist drill
I go there with pleasure
I know he’s helping to protect
My one and only treasure