I’m just a poor left-winger Befuddled, bewildered, forlorn Duped by a bearded singer Peddling his Communist corn In the Café Expresso Sounds of guitars could be heard Twanging a plaintive folk song Spreading the Communist word Hair hung around his shoulders And sandals were on his feet His shirttail was ragged and dirty Making the picture complete
I followed him off to college The man that I came to adore Where student demonstrations Blocked every classroom door We led the march on the White House And forced the cops to come in We claimed each one was brutal As we kicked him in the shin It was all so intellectual What glorious tales I was told Of history’s certain progress Into the Communist fold
I fell for those empty falsehoods But now I know full well Those little words on the posters Were all that he could spell Those dialectic phrases Made a marvelous spiel But hidden behind that beard Beat the heart of a frustrated heel Now all my illusions are shattered About the man I admired I’m just a poor left-winger Befuddled, bewildered and tired!