And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know, oh, oh, oh 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 to 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, oh, oh, oh 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 Robinson's 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, oh, oh, oh 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 and when you got to choose Every way you look at it you lose
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio A nation turns it's lonely eyes to you, oh, oh, oh What's that you say Mrs. Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey