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