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And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson |
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Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo |
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God bless you please Mrs. Robinson |
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray, |
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We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files |
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We’d like to help you learn to help yourself |
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Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes |
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Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home |
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And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson |
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Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo |
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God bless you please Mrs. Robinson |
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray, |
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Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes |
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Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes |
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It’s a little secret just the Robinsons’ afair |
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Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids |
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Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson |
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Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo |
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}God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson |
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray |
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Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon |
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Going to the candidates debate |
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Laugh about it shout about it when you’ve got to choose |
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Any way you look at it you lose |
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Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio |
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A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, woo woo woo |
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What’s that you say Mrs. Robinson |
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Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away, |
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