Gavin Friday - King Of Trash Lyrics

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"