I need a dentist, I sing.
Oh lord I need a dentist.
They say the Brits have awful teeth, well I’m the poster child.
I look like Shane McGowan’s lovechild.
Oh to have those Osmond-sparkling teeth.
I brush every day but my teeth don’t magically turn into a perfect set.
Or a rabbit.
Or a rabbi.
Or a Robbie.
Or a Ronald McDonald acid trip featuring Grimace in lingerie.