I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARXIST T.A.
AT 18 YEARS YOUNG.
SHE’D LOAN ME HER MANIFESTO,
AND I PRETEND NOT TO BE DUMB.
I GUESS SHE LIKED MY BLUE COLLAR CHARM,
OR MY MAYBE MY ENDURANCE IN BED.
I NEVER REALLY STOPPED TO REASON;
BECAUSE IT WAS BETTER BED WITH RED.
SHE WAS A FEW YEARS OLDER,
AND SHE HAD A COUPLE UP ON ME.
YA SEE NOW I WAS JUST A DRUNKEN BOOTBOY,
WITH A CURBSIDE PHD.

HEY, THERE MRS. ROBINSON!
DID YOU EVER MAKE THE GRADE?
YOU SEE I DROPPED OUT BEFORE THE BELL RANG,
NOW LOOK AT THE MESS I’VE MADE.

I USED TO LISTEN TO HER RAMBLE
JUST TO TRY TO GET HER BACK INTO BED.
SEE I REALLY WASN’T ONE TO ARGUE;
WHEN I NEVER UNDERSTAND
A SINGLE WORD SHE’D SAID!
SHE’D USE TO TALK ABOUT THE STRUGGLE
BETWEEN THE WORKING AND THE RULING CLASS.
BUT I WAS FAR TOO DUMB TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE,
BETWEEN THE REVOLUTION, AND A PIECE OF ASS.
NOW DON’T YOU GET ME WRONG, NOW,
YOU SHE HAD HERSELF A HEART OF GOLD.
AND SHE’D STAND THERE RIGHT THERE BESIDE ME

WHEN I’D FOOLISHLY ACT COLD.
HEY, THERE MRS. ROBINSON!
DID YOU EVER MAKE THE GRADE?
YOU SEE I DROPPED OUT BEFORE THE BELL RANG,
NOW LOOK AT THE MESS I’VE MADE.

NOW IF’N ONLY YOU’D DATE ME
WHEN I AM AN OLDER, WISER MAN….
YOU’D PROBABLY JUST GROW TO HATE ME…
I’D ONLY DO THE BEST…THE BEST THAT I CAN.

PRETTY IN PINKO, ISN’T SHE
AND THEN IT ALL GOES STINKO, BECUASE OF ME