E.I.
I'm gonna watch it burn
I'm gonna stand out in the road
This old house is burning down tonight
Front porch, back door, well-worn wooden floor
All agree that since you¹re gone
The TV, sofa bed, brand new stereo
Just can't seem to get along
They'll all be ashes by the dawn
Your Beatles, my Stones, your My Aim Is True
Staying up late every night
With your cigarettes, Jim Beam, gallon of gasoline
Did someone say they need a light
You'll see my love for you burns bright
So send your sheri
Der Blaue Planet
When I was younger, just a bad little kid,
my mama noticed funny things I did,
like shootin' puppies with a B B gun.
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done
I'd find a pussycat and bash in its head.
That's when my mama said (What did she say?),
she said, "My boy, I think someday
you'll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay.
You'll be a dentist. You have a talent for causin' things pain.
Son, be a dentist. People will pay you to be inhumane.
Your temp'rament's wrong for the priesthood
and teaching would suit you still less.
Son, be a dentist. You'll be a success.
(Here he is, folks: the leader of the plaque!
Watch him suck up that gas! Oh, my god!
He's a dentist and he'll never ever be any good.
Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?
Oh that hurts! I'm not numb!)
Oh, shut up. Open wide. here I come!
I am your dentist (goodness gracious!),
and I enjoy the career that I picked. (Love it.)
I am your dentist (fitting braces),
and I get off on the pain I inflict. (Really love it.)
I thrill when I drill a bicuspid.
It's swell though they tell me I'm maladjusted.
And though it may cause my patients distress,
somewhere, somewhere in heaven above me
I know, I know, that my mama's proud of me (Oh, mama.)
'cause I'm a dentist and a success.
Say ah! (Ah!) Say ah! (Ah!) Say ah! (Ah!) Now spit.