Oh. I wish I’d looked after me teeth.

     And spotted the perils beneath.

All the toffees I chewed,

And the sweeet sticky food,

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.

I wish I‘d been that much more willin’

     When I had more tooth there than fillin’

To pass up gobstoppers,

From respect to me choppers

And to buy something else with me shillin’.

When I think of the Lollies I licked.

      And the liquorice allsorts I picked,

Sherbet dabs, big and little.

All that hard peanut brittle,

My conscience gets horribly pricked.

My Mother, she told me no end,

    “If you got a tooth, you got a friend.”

I was young then, and careless,

    My toothbrush was hairless,

I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,

      I flashed it about late at night.

But up-and-down brushin’

And pokin’ and fussin’

Didn’it seem worth the time —I could bite!

If Id known I was paving the way

     To cavities, caps and decay.

The murder of fillin’s

Injections and dnillin’s

I’d have thrown all me sherbet away

So I lay in the old dentist’s  chair.

    And I gaze up his nose in despair,

And his drill it do whine.

In these molars of mine,

“Two amalgum.” he’ll say, “for in there.”

How I laughed at my Mother’s false teeth,

    As they foamed in the waters beneath,

But  now comes the reckonin’

      It’s me they are beckon in’

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.