Pretty In Pinko, a song by Joe Coffee. 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 A song by Joe Coffee. Lyrics by Paul Bearer.