My Baby Is a Communist

Tell me something I don't know

My girl is thinking when she's talking to me

I met her in the social sciences section

Of the public library

I never wanted to know better

I'm having intellectual debates

I never should have answered that

Now it's way too late

It's way too late

She's a feminist

She's an atheist

She's an existentialist

I think my baby is a communist

I was hanging around on the socialist scene

The proletariat vision baby isn't what it seems

She's got Marxist hair, she's got Marxist eyes

She's got such a revolutionary view of the Capitalist lie

And I know why

I know why

She's a feminist

She's an atheist

She's an existentialist

I think my baby is a communist

Sometimes I think, sometimes I think

I never ever wanna call her on the telephone

I got my own private view of the world

That she don't ever want to leave alone

Shes got real weird friends that wear red with subversive ideology

I can't stand it when we're all alone

And she says comrade baby

Indoctrinate me

She's a feminist

She's an atheist

She's an existentialist

She's a leftist

A vegetarianist

She's got a hairy chest

You should see her bench-press!

I think my baby is a communist