Forsooth, the man, he lost his tooth!
How he lost it, we have no proof.
Was it an enemy going *boof!*?
Or maybe, he lost it in Magaluf.

He needs a denture, but where to go?
The dentist? No, he is awfully slow!
So, perhaps, he should go to bed
and rest his head.
Oh, look! He's dead.

He died of an abscess,
his bloodstream, bacteria
was allowed to access,
or was it the deadly diphtheria?

Whatever it was, forsooth,
the man, he lost, he lost his tooth.
now in his coffin, he stares at the roof,
and if you don't believe me, I'll take your tooth!

That should give you ample proof,
yummy yummy, I ate his tooth.
What, me? I never said nothing!
Honest guys, I ain't bluffin'!

Go home and eat a muffin,
lose your tooth,
and you'll find the truth...