A Little Dental Music Lyrics

by Little Shop Of Horrors

A little dental music,
strings a-strumming, flutes a-trilling,
Numbing minds and calming nerves
while steps away the beast is drilling.

Muzak in the lobby
helps the patients to ignore
the fact that writhing agony
waits right behind the door.

Kostelanetz and Mancini,
Gordon Jenkins, Ferrante and Teicher.
Lo, the Mormon Tabernacle sings!
The sound of pain is muted,
by a thousand living strings.

A little dental music:
Your appointment's for eleven,
But you'll be waiting here till noon.
The soothing strains of Andre Previn...

Next it's Mantovani,
after him you couldn't care.
You're in for brutal torture
when it's your turn.
When it's your turn
"Next"
It's your turn, in the chair.