All those crazing bites--when I'd grind teeth in my sleep.
Now molar trauma makes me head for the dentist's door.

But he hasn't got some novocaine,
To say nothing of xylocaine
He tells me: "Your teeth will feel pain. . .
Gnawed the dentin through."

He told me it was very bad to grind;
I noticed that his instruments shined.

But he hasn't got some novocaine,
To say nothing of xylocaine
He tells me: "Your teeth will feel pain. . .
Gnawed the dentin through."

Suffering will be a 6 on a scale of 1 to 5.
If all are lost and I survive, I'll thrive with dentures.
Now my heart's beating fast; he's donned latex gloves.
Denteus ex machina descends from above.
Did I say 6? Meant 7!!!!!!!!!!!!

He didn't have any novocaine,
To say nothing of xylocaine
He was right: my teeth did feel pain.
I'm short in the tooth.