I've got male intuition
I've got sexual ambition
I'm the last great tradition

Let me state my position

The older I get

The better I was
It's all just a show
It's all just because

The show must go on
What else can it do?
I'm gonna drop the load on you


Sugar, sugar daddy, Sugar


I got no inhibition
I got all the ammunition
Got the moves with position

Can't you see my condition?

You gotta get your hands dirty

When you're digging a ditch
And : gods
Revenge on the rich


Got the money got the moves
Got the looks and the brakes

Got the shirt got the shoes
Got what it takes


You've got to lay it down
Tell me what you need
You've got to lay it down

Get up, up from your feet you know
I get it down
You wanted sorrow, want it sweet

Daddy always gives you what is good for you

Sugar, sugar daddy, Sugar


I've got male intuition
It's a desperate condition

Nearly out of ammunition
Sexual ambition


Whoa!
Holy schmoly
I'm a one man army

Yeah, a one man mob
Woo-hoo
I'm the McDaddy

You don't send a boy to do a man's job

And you make me feel

Like I'm not alone
I've been singing this song
Since before you were born

Baby, you're invited
But your friend can't come
He's a little too excited

Maybe a little too young

Ah baby, you're invited

But your friend can't come
He's a little too rich
Maybe a little too young

The show must go on
What else can it do?
I'm gonna drop it all on you


Sugar, sugar daddy
Sugar, sugar daddy

Sugar, sugar daddy
Sugar, sugar daddy
Sugar