Dentist!

When I was younger
Just a bad little kid
My mama noticed funny things I did
Like shooting puppies with a B.B. Gun
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done
I'd find a pussycat and bash in it's head
That's when my mama said

What did she say?
She said, "My boy, I think some day
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay

You'll be a dentist
You have a talent for causing things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist
You'll be a success"

Here he is girls, the leader of the plaque
Watch him suck up that gas, oh my God!
He's a dentist and he'll never ever be any good
Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?
Oh that hurts!
I'm not numb!

Aw, shut up, open wide
Here I come!
I am your dentist
And I enjoy the career that I picked
I am your dentist
And I get off on the pain I inflict
When I start extracting those molars
You girls will be screaming like holy rollers
And though it may cause my patients distress
Somewhere, somewhere in heaven above me
I know, I know, that my mama's proud of me
'Cause I'm a dentist
And a success

Say "Ahhh"
(Ahhh)
Say "Ahhh"
(Ahhh)
Now spit!



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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