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 I like 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 yeah, 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, yeah, honestly My wife says I go looking for trouble, I surely find it Do you think I like living like that? And if I trash this TV, then I know I will feel better Guess I like 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 yeah, I need you, gatecrashing on my beat Walking like Nancy Sinatra, walk all over me.