Mrs. Robinson

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

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files

We'd like to help you learn to help yourself

Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes

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 hidin' place where no one ever goes

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair

Most of all you got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, cachoo

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

Sittin' on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon

Goin' to the candidates debate

Laugh about it, shout about when you got to choose

Every way you look at it you lose

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio

Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you

Woo, woo, woo

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?

Joltin' Joe has left and gone away

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey