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