I been working this dentist chair for three thousand years
three thousand plus some.
Shakespeare's teeth, they were like rubies,
rubies and razor blades,
tricky to work on.
Freakin' Socrates was a mess,
whole mouth soft like a swamp, and smelled like one.
I liked Annie Oakley.
She never used Novocain, didn't care, didn't flinch.
I spent seventeen years on the Russian army
while they stalked Napoleon, working in shifts,
between the field and my chair,
put braces on the bunch of 'em,