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"