Oh I Wish I’d Looked After Me Teeth.
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.
I wish I’d been that much more willin’
When
I had more tooth than 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 spent.
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!
If I’d known I was paving the way
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fillin’s
Injections and drillin’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 teet,
As
they foamed in the waters beneath.
But now comes the rekonin’
It’s me they are beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
PAM AYRES
