And here's to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(wo
wo
wo).
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 aroud the grounds until you feel at home.
And here's to you ...
Hide it in a hidding place where no one ever goes
put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
it's a little secret
just the Robinson's affair.
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.
And here's to you ...
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to a candidate's debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it, when you've got to choose
Any way you look at it you lose.
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes on you, woo woo woo.
What's that you say Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
