Mrs. Robinson

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.
(Wo, wo, wo...)
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 the Robinsons' affair,
Most of all you've got to hide it
From the kids.

Coo, coo, ca-choo, 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...)

Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the
Candidates' debate.
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose.

Where have you gone, Joe Di Maggio?
A 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...)