Lyrics Gavin Friday

Gavin Friday

King Of Trash

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"