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 ain't 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"
