Original lyrics

EN

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