Candy everywhere, got chocolate in my hair, Aching to get me. Sticky sweet suckers in the Halloween air, Aching to get me. Saint Vitus dance on my molars tonight, Aching to get me. Aching to get me, get me oh ... Take it to the doc, I guess he ought to know, La, da, da, da, da. Which ones can stay, which ones gotta go. La, da, da, da, da. He looks in my mouth and then he starts to gloat. He says my teeth are O.K., But my gums got to go.