18 May 2012
Oh Lordy, Lordy I cannot speak, I've taken all the Panadol I can eat, Me teeth are throbbing, and I feel like just sobbing, Oh how I hate that bloody place, Whenever I see it I screw up my face.
I strolled into his lair, and sat in the leather chair, All he did was stare, So I gave him an almighty glare, Oh no its the Dentists! Its my very own death sentence.
The Dentists • Opuss № I