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 mailman
Is on your horizon

And there is nothing
That I'd rather do

And there's nothing
That I'd rather do

Your sugar daddy's turning fifty
He shops for you indiscreetly
A fashion show
In his penthouse and black silk kimono
Step out into your short shorts
Put out as often as you need to
To make his summer number one

Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da-da

There's nothing
That I'd rather do

And there's nothing
That I'd rather do

Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Alan Cory Mc Culloch, Cyrus Jamie Stewart, Kimberly Lauren Andrews, Martin Donald Dias, Yvonne Chen