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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