An d here's to you,
Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more
than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those
who pray
We'd like to know a little bit about you
for a while
We'd like to help you learn
to help yourself
Look around you,
all you see are sympathetic eye s
Stroll around the grounds
until you feel at home
and here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more
than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for
those who pray
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hide it in a hiding place
where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret,
just a Robinson's affair
Most of all, you've got to
hide it from the kids
Mrs. Cock -a -choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more
than you will know.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
God bless you please,
Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Sitting on a sofa
on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When we've got to choose
Every way you look at it you lose
Where have you gone?
Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eye
s to you
What's you say,
Mrs. Robinson?
George and Joe has left,
gone away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, what's that you say,
left and gone away?