Lyrics

[Verse 1] Take your parents' credit cards Buy a bunch of crap that you don't need And will never ever use Your mom and dad are out of town And they trust you implicitly, a rubber chicken For the mail man is on your horizon [Chorus] And there is nothing that I'd rather do And there is nothing that I'd rather do [Verse 2] Your sugar daddy's turning fifty He shops for you indiscreetly, a fashion show In his penthouse and his black silk kimono Step out into your short shorts Put out as often as you need to To make his summer number one [Bridge] Da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da, da [Chorus] And there is nothing that I'd rather do And there is nothing that I'd rather do