The Sickly Sweet Odour of Old Rotting Teeth Songtext
von Jonathan King

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