Hygienist Gill - Tara Turner Sings Tudor by GM Jon

Hi there listen to my story Some of you may find it gory Enough to deter the faint-hearted few. Don’t say I haven’t told you fair About this tale of a dentist’s care At the surgery of hygienist Gill Hygienist Jill, Hygienist Gill If her cleaning won’t get you, her polishing will. I trust her through our shared adventures. Jill plys her trade or should I say profession? She deals with my needs in quick succession, Preserving the long-term health of my dentures. As I begin my pilgrimage Trappist silence is obeyed. Laid out horizontally I stare mutely at the ceiling Mundane memories receding In an odour of sanctity Have your brushed as we agreed? Did you scrub your gumlines until they bleed? So the interrogation goes. How can I get my homework right? I’m too sleepy in the morning, too tired in the night. I’ve lost my toothbrush, and it shows. As I, with my errors of omission grapple, My view is not of the Sistine chapel. But Hygienist Gill remains persistent. I search for a more convincing excuse Take a sip from the cup of gargle juice, And earn a stare from her masked assistant My discomfort has its compensations Like spending Christmas with your partner’s relations Or enjoying the view from the top of a hill. I use it to dream up ideas for my songs Or right the world from its ethical wrongs Before finding the problems remain with us still But now I face a life-changing blow All of my visits will have to go Her business was bought by a tycoon from Thailand. Gill is handing her business dream To an Artificial Intelligence machine And gone to live on a tropical island.