I'd love to be a wealthy 'sugar daddy'
With a beautiful young girl friend of twenty two to twenty nine
And though she may have been deflowered before I'd met her
I would not worry that would suit me fine.
The young chaps of me would feel very jealous
They'd point and stare and to each other say
That old bloke has a young and pretty woman
And he is decades beyond his prime day.
The wealthy blokes get the finest of young women
'Not much of course that money cannot buy'
In a few years from now she will be very wealthy
There can't be much time left in the old guy.
The bloke is old enough to be our grand dad
Yet his woman as young and far prettier than ours
Us young working class types are left with the passed overs
The wealthy old blokes have taken all the flowers.
I'd love to be a wealthy 'sugar daddy'
And with a pretty young one in her prime
I'd leave the young blokes feeling green with envy
And show them money wins out every time.
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