She said, „My boy, I think someday
You’ll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay
You’ll be a dentist
You have a talent for causin‘ things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane
Your temperament’s wrong for the priesthood
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist
(ok, das bild passt zwar nicht zum text, …aber seht nur wie cool der tanzt!
that’s samba, seniora!)
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