Lyrics He Was Our Boy - Two Inch Astronaut

He Was Our Boy

Dental tools across the floor lie inert and flecked with blood
I see, and you’re humming while you wait
They call you up and mispronounce your name
So it’s all the sweeter
He was our boy
Now he’s a dentist
Our little champion
Now spit, go wash your face
Your next appointment is in four months' time
He was our boy
Now he’s a dentist
Our little champion
Our big mistake
What did we ever do?
Raised him right, paid him attention
How?
How many times can he stop?
How many days how many months?
Stop
Stop