It's Sunday morning
The California sun is shining bright
Time to hit the Farmer's Market
I was born to plant my seed right
Fresh strawberries, grapefruit, and homemade honey sticks are great
But let's not pretend
That's not what's on our menu for today

I come to check out
Hot Dads, Hot Dads
Nah this ain’t a fad
Not even a tad
I got a thing for
Hot Dads, Hot Dads
In their free range, organic plaids

Don't forget about those
Hot Moms, Hot Moms
My pants just can’t stay calm
No I won’t last long
Come over here you
Hot Moms, Hot Moms
Let me shotgun you some homemade wax lip balm

I live to see your facial scruff on an early Sunday
And check out your tush as you pick out a hydrangea bouquet
I'm just trying to catch your eye with my 9-grain pancake patty
Hey where can I sign up for you to be my sugar daddy

Hot Dads, Hot Moms
They're all over
Hot Moms, Hot Dads
Like 3-leaf clovers

I gaze over the farm grown blackberry jelly
And see the remains of a sexy preggers belly
You've been through so much, I know your body's tired
But I'm like a preservative
Mami I don't expire

Talking about
Hot Moms, Hot Moms
Can I get a seat
On top of your sweet teet
Talking bout those
Hot Dads, Hot Dads
Don’t wanna cause a scene
I just wanna peek that peen

And it don't really matter that you're someone else's mister
Or that I'm young enough to be your baby's sister
When I go and see you in your oatmeal hoodie
I can't help myself I get a lady woodie
Getting up early on Sundays really starts to suck
But I’d do anything cause you’re a Mom I’d Like to...

Hot Dads, Hot Moms
They're everywhere
Hot Moms, Hot Dads
Who wants to start an affair

Hot Dads, Hot Moms
I’ll be right over here
Hot Moms, Hot Dads
Let’s go disappear

Hot Dads, Hot Moms
I just can’t get enough
Can I see you in the buff

Hot Moms, Hot Dads
You need to drop your fresh produce
And we’ll seduce and reproduce