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