Down in the square where they cut all the hair
Lived Gregor the Great
Purely self-titled of course
And Yesterday was his horse
Called all the clowns
As he gathered them 'round
The circus had begun
Gilda, the lily, was stunned
The star of the show she had won
But chameleon skins wear paper thin
In small town USA
Bandwagoneers selling you cheers
From yesterday (yesterday)
Rhymes
Please pass the sugar
Please pass the sugar
My, you sure look Smashing
Oh, what a Redd Kross to bear
My, with Quicksand and quickSilver
Please pass the sugar
In Seven Trails West
Lived the brothers of jest
Pine-coning away
Weekdays they wrote in their prose
The sundays they like the most
Wearing what's in
Bobbed to the chin
As they took the stage
They followed the stars
With vintage guitars
And tired old one-word clichés
Please pass the sugar
Please pass the sugar
My, you sure look Smashing
Oh, what a Redd Kross to bear
With Quicksand and quickSilver
Please pass the sugar
Please pass the sugar
