Hey! Sugar Sugar, my sweet honey pie
Baby let me tell ya about the teenage lie
Your lips will be kissed, stories will be told
Just remember `sick sick` all that glitters is gold.
He`s calling now, he`s calling...
and the song that he sang, meant everything
"King of Trash"
Me. I`m not young. Me, I`m not old
The revolution failed, so I`ve been told take me to the moon,
Me, I`d like that. I`m no prune.
He`s calling now, he`s calling...
and the song that he sang, meant everything
"King of Trash"
So pretty children it`s time for bed
Keep-a-dreamin` dreamy dreams
What dies aint dead
"The King is dead his coffin a shiny black
six Angels they hang-out at his back,
two to sing, two to pray, two to carry his soul away...
He`s calling now, he`s calling...
and the song that he sang, meant everything
and the song that you sing, don`t mean anything
and the song, the song that I sing,
means everything
"King of Trash"
"The King of Trash"