01-04-2013, 12:39 AM
Last time I went to the dentist's office
The woman the dentist gets to do the work was sick
And kept coughing in my mouth through the flimsy
Blue mask she was wearing,
And I got sick, and I’ve been sick ever since.
So I never went back.
I always keep my teeth spit clean.
I notice that I don’t mind how a girl’s breath smells
When I’m in the mood to taste her mouth.
Why should I worry what she thinks about mine?
Sure, when you’re making a first impression
Raw odors can have a lasting effect,
But after the play-acting is over
There’s nothing a girl likes more
Than to inhale the gaseous fumes of malt liquor
And a mixed flavor of thick beef and fried chicken.
I've thought about it a long time:
My dentist’s name was “Dennis”.
Ideas like that from my childhood
Lent to my fouled up understanding,
My poor schoolwork,
And awkward social skills.
When I was a kid I thought those that worked
At movie theatres, video stores, record stores,
Libraries and bookstores knew all there was to know
About the subjects they worked around.
Though a few at the record store did come off
As having lots of information,
They somehow made me less interested in the music
I was into. And the intelligence of the librarians
Was the most disappointing of all.
Just once I’d like to walk into a place
And have the person that greets me ask me if I need some help,
And actually have the qualifications for the help I need.
I don’t have any qualifications,
I’m always the customer,
The eternal customer.
And the customer is always right,
There's a demand for people like that.
The woman the dentist gets to do the work was sick
And kept coughing in my mouth through the flimsy
Blue mask she was wearing,
And I got sick, and I’ve been sick ever since.
So I never went back.
I always keep my teeth spit clean.
I notice that I don’t mind how a girl’s breath smells
When I’m in the mood to taste her mouth.
Why should I worry what she thinks about mine?
Sure, when you’re making a first impression
Raw odors can have a lasting effect,
But after the play-acting is over
There’s nothing a girl likes more
Than to inhale the gaseous fumes of malt liquor
And a mixed flavor of thick beef and fried chicken.
I've thought about it a long time:
My dentist’s name was “Dennis”.
Ideas like that from my childhood
Lent to my fouled up understanding,
My poor schoolwork,
And awkward social skills.
When I was a kid I thought those that worked
At movie theatres, video stores, record stores,
Libraries and bookstores knew all there was to know
About the subjects they worked around.
Though a few at the record store did come off
As having lots of information,
They somehow made me less interested in the music
I was into. And the intelligence of the librarians
Was the most disappointing of all.
Just once I’d like to walk into a place
And have the person that greets me ask me if I need some help,
And actually have the qualifications for the help I need.
I don’t have any qualifications,
I’m always the customer,
The eternal customer.
And the customer is always right,
There's a demand for people like that.
