Mrs. Robinson

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, heyWe'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 homeAnd 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, heyHide 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 kidsCoo 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, heySitting 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 loseWhere 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