| Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth, | |
| And spotted the perils beneath, | |
| All the toffees I chewed, | |
| And the sweet sticky food, | |
| Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth. | 5 |
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| 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'. | 10 |
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| 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. | 15 |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| 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't seem worth the time... I could bite! | 25 |
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| If I'd known I was paving the way, | |
| To cavities, caps and decay, | |
| The murder of fiIlin's | |
| Injections and drillin's | |
| I'd have thrown all me sherbet away. | 30 |
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| 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." | 35 |
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| 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 beckonin' | |
| Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth. | 40 |