Here’s a very short, very straight-forward song based on the oral hygiene issues I refered to in an earlier post.  This song will probably be placed somewhere in the middle of “Thirteen Near-Death Experiences” as a respite.  It is silly, but I like it.

The instruments are alto flute, clarinet, egg shaker, piano, violin, and cello.

Impotent Teeth

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Evidently based on
This metallic taste on my tongue
There is something wrong with
My right lung

See how my deplorable breath
Suggests quite a horrible death

All kinds of mouthwash
Won’t help my chances
You could always quash
All of my advances
You would wince
And ask me to rinse my mouth out

To you I bequeath
All my impotent teeth
Hold them in your hand
Try to understand
I can brush my tongue
But I cannot brush my lung