Tom: G
Introdução:
G D
I brush my teeth
A
And look in the mirror
G D
And laugh out loud
A
As I'm beaming from ear to ear
G D
I'd rather pick flowers
A
Instead of fights
G
And rather than flaunt my style
D
I'd flash you a smile
A
Of clean pearly whites
G
I've been to the dentist
D A G
A thousand times, so I know the drill
G D
I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair
A G
But somehow I still get the chills
G D
Have a seat
A
He says pleasantly
G D
As he shakes my hand
A
And practically laughs at me
G D
Open up nice and wide
A
He says, peering in
And with a smirk he says,
G D
"Don't have a fit, this'll just pinch a bit"
A
As he tries not to grin
G D G D A
When hygienists leave on long vacations
G D G D A
That's when dentists scream and lose their patience (patients)
A G D
Talking only brings the toothaches on
G D
Because I say the stupidest things
A G
So if my resolve goes south
D A
I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin
G A
And shut my mouth
G D
Golf and alcohol don't mix
G A
And that's why I don't drink and drive
G D
Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth
G A
And hafta kiss my smile goodbye
G
I've been to the dentist
D A G
A thousand times, so I know the drill
G D
I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair
A D
But somehow I still get the chills