The Sickly Sweet Odour of Old Rotting Teeth

I woke up this morning and looked at her face

Boy, was I drunk last night, what a disgrace

Her physical defects were legion beneath

The sickly sweet odour of old rotting teeth

I gave up my boyhood when day became night

And I had to get stoned so that I'd do it right

I came to a man with a sense of relief

And the sickly sweet odour of old rotting teeth

I saw the grey hairs poking under the wig

And winced at the sores on the face of a pig

In her hand was a virgin she held like a thief

To the sickly sweet odour of old rotting teeth

I ran to the bathroom to scrub off my woes

And escape from the tinea that rose from her toes

As I polished away a ring of confidence' wreath

Smelled the sickly sweet odour of my own rotting teeth

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm a man today