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)