He Was Our Boy - Two Inch Astronaut

Dental tools across the floor lie inert and flecked with blood

I see, and you’re humming while you wait

They call you up and mispronounce your name

So it’s all the sweeter

He was our boy

Now he’s a dentist

Our little champion

Now spit, go wash your face

Your next appointment is in four months' time

He was our boy

Now he’s a dentist

Our little champion

Our big mistake

What did we ever do?

Raised him right, paid him attention

How?

How many times can he stop?

How many days how many months?

Stop

Stop