G Am F C x6 F C I brush my teeth G And look in the mirror F C And laugh out loud G As I'm beaming from ear to ear F C I'd rather pick flowers G Instead of fights F And rather than flaunt my style C I'd flash you a smile G Of clean pearly whites Am E I've been to the dentist C D A thousand times, so I know the drill F D I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair C G But somehow I still get the chills F C Have a seat G He says pleasantly F C As he shakes my hand G And practically laughs at me F C Open up nice and wide G He says, peering in And with a smirk he says, F C "Don't have a fit, this'll just pinch a bit" G As he tries not to grin F C F C G When hygienists leave on long vacations F C F C G That's when dentists scream and lose their patience C F G Talking only brings the toothaches on F C Because I say the stupidest things C F So if my resolve goes south G F I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin C G And shut my mouth F Am Golf and alcohol don't mix G F And that's why I don't drink and drive F Am Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth F G And hafta kiss my smile goodbye (Not sure about the interlude, sorry) Am E I've been to the dentist C D A thousand times, so I know the drill F D I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair C G But somehow I still get the chills G Am F C (like intro - until finish)
