Dirty Hygenist

This one's for the Yokel's whose teeth were all set wrong This one's for the nurse who's been waiting far too long Dr. Robert's keen to clean your gums and such He'll poke you with his poker and seduce you with his touch He'll sit you down if you are clean He'll poke and stroke and make you scream He makes his money selling dreams Then slams himself in magazines Used to be a poet, never washed his face A child of a man, in which his parents had misplaced Never went to college, but he got a degree Spent his youth with mother under the florescent trees Dirty little Hygienist, and the hot rod dentist Dirty little Hygienist, and the hot rod dentist Open Wide, Open Wide