Oh, I Wish I’d Looked After Me Teeth
By Pam Ayres
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the dangers 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 there than fillin’
To give 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,
The sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My Mother, she told me no end,
“If you’ve got a tooth, you’ve got a friend”
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.
Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin’
And pokin’ and fussin’
Well, it didn’t seem worth the time… I could bite!
If I’d known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
To the murder of fillin’s
Injections and drillin’s
I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lie 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 amalgam,” he’ll say, “for in there.”
Oh 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.