Lyrics:

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 seem 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
Walk all over me
Oh yeh I need you
Gatecrashing on my beat
Put on your high heels and baby
Walk 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
Walk all over me
Oh yeh I need you
Gatecrashing on my beat
Walk in like Nancy Sinatra
Walk all over me