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 Am G Of clean pearly whites Chorus: Am I've been to the dentist A thousand times, so I know the drill F D/F# I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair C F G But somehow I still get the chills "Have a seat" he says pleasantly As he shakes my hand, and practically laughs at me "Open up nice and wide" he says peering in And with a smirk he says "Don't have a fit, this'll just pinch a bit" 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 Talking only brings the toothaches on Because I say the stupidest things So if my resolve goes South I'll swallow my pride with an aspirin, and shut my mouth Golf and alcohol don't mix And that's why I don't drink and drive Because, good grief I'd knock out my teeth And have to kiss my smile goodbye Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D F F# G |