Intro: C/Dm/F/C/(x6) Verse 1: 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 Chorus: Dm F I've been to the dentist C Dm A thousand times, so I know the drill F Dm I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair C G But somehow I still get the chills Verse 2: 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 Verse 3: 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 C Talking only brings the toothaches on me F C Cause I say the stupidest things C F So if my resolve goes south C F I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin C G And shut my mouth Verse 4: F Dm Golf and alcohol don't mix C G And that's why I don't drink and drive F C Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth G And hafta kiss my smile goodbye (Interlude:) C/Dm/F/C/(Play x2) Chorus: Dm F I've been to the dentist C F A thousand times, so I know the drill Dm I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair C G But somehow I still get the chills Outro: