After signalling her regard for Bowie, Madge begins the song and struggles to take off her skirt, enabling her to prance around in satin hot-pants like an addled grandma recalling her cheer-leading days.
She can't sing in tune to save her life but it hardly matters to the crowd, who are blessed over and over again with the specter of her jiggling breasts in their faces..and so much more.
Madonna gives herself a good cardio workout and finally falls to the floor in an emotionally heap. Unless she is just taking the time to catch her breath, ahem.
Finally, she gets to her feet, looking as though she desperately needs an inhaler, and says imperiously:
That's how we do it, motherfuckers.
Rocco, stay with dad, honey.