Oh I am a dentist's daughter, and the tooth I have to tell, (Or should that be truth?)
I went of down to Bexhill for the day,
With my Da's inflating gnashers that he uses for a sign,
I thought that out upon the foam I'd play.
But the wind it blew Sou-westerley and swept me out to sea,
I was really in the teeth of a gale,
And I figured I was lost as upon the waves I tossed,
Till I found I had lobster on my tail.
So heres to the rubber lobster, the finest of it's kind,
As a sea-going vehicle it can't fail,
If you're struggling in the ocean and creating a commotion,
It's as well to have a lobster on your tail.
I was really rather startled as it came up alongside,
You don't see an eight foot lobster every day,
But the fellow riding on it coolly offered me a claw,
And said 'Nice Teeth!' in quite a friendly way,
Then he took me back to shore to the cheering of the crowd,
And I went back to my Da to tell the tale,
And he said 'Go tell your Mum, that you've come home safe, By Gum,
All because you had a lobster on your tail!
Can't suggest a tune, just do the best you can.
Brian Q (aka Flash Company)