The western Minnesota intercollegiate circle
Telephoned they said
Hey Sean, could you mosey on down to our gala ball
It reads: Mister Madonna kicks some beat poetry
If I could, I would, I would I swear I would be better
But it seems I am just a natural no good
And what's more, I like living like that

After seven lines seventeen maybe I had to stop
These philistines were yelling: Hey, Sean!
I could not be heard for cowhand laughter
I picked up my books and headed for the door
And if I trash this TV, then I know I will feel better
Guess it seems I am just a natural no good
And I like it like that

But when I see you coming down my street
You walk right in and then you
You walk all over me
Oh yeh I need you
Gatecrashing on my beat
Put on your high heels and baby
Walk all over me
All over me

Fat hacks: New York times food columnists
Want to review my soup yeh honestly
My wife says I go looking for trouble
I surely find it
Do you think I like living like that

If I trash this TV, then I know I will feel better
Guess it seems I am just a natural no good
And I like it like that

But when I see you
Coming down my street
You walk right in and then you
You walk all over me
Oh yeh I need you
Gatecrashing on my beat
Walking like nancy sinatra
Walk all over me