Cole Lloyd & The Commotions Sean Penn Blues
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.