D. D. S. Blues

I can't understand it Everything was going so well The fur on my cat was just starting to grow back I just got my new color membership card Into the James Dean "get it over night" fan club Complete with personalized autographed picture Faded blue jean jacket And the first in a series of strange, but very cool Twisted Sister dance LP's Then, I get this letter from my dentist And it says "Well, Mister B, you tried to run and hide Said you'd be back in a few short months' time How come you lied? Gotta come down, put those feet in your shoes Gotta come down and stop cryin' Those D.D.S. blues" Now I'm really bummed I have to take the whole day off from my job with the No Brag, Just Fact Security and Alarm Company Where our motto is "The only decision you'll have to make is Who goes in after the snake in the morning?" Then, I remembered that sound You know, the scary one that can put a booger look on a pit bull So, I sent this letter to my dentist It says "Dear Doctor D, got your notice today Read it once, tossed it out, ain't nothin' left to say Ain't got to come down Put your feet in my shoes Ain't gonna come down, 'cause ya got me singing Those D.D.S. blues" So, just remember The next time your dentist tracks you down And that curiously strong feeling of panic Runs over the entire length of your body Just slip into the spirit world Write yourself a letter And address it to your local doctor of dental science Hey, lookie here If you let it slide They want you back in a few short months You can't just run and hide You got to sit down Start spreadin' the news You got to sit down and start singin' Those D.D.S. blues Ah ha ha ha ha