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.

Hes calling now, hes calling...
And the song that he sang, meant everything
King of trash

Me. Im not young. me, Im not old
The revolution failed, so Ive been told take me to the moon,
Me, Id like that. Im no prune.

Hes calling now, hes calling...
And the song that he sang, meant everything
King of trash

So pretty children its 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...

Hes calling now, hes calling...
And the song that he sang, meant everything
And the song that you sing, dont mean anything
And the song, the song that I sing,
Means everything
King of trash
The king of trash