Lloyd Cole - Sean Penn Blues lyrics

The western minnesota intercollegiate circle Telephoned they said Hey sean could you mosey on down to our gala ball It reads mister maddonna 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 whats 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 Harmonica: frasier speirs