Mrs. Robinson

De, de, de-de, de-de, de-de, de-de, de, de-de

Do, do, do-do, do-do, do-do, do

De-de, de-de, de, de, de-de, de, de, de-de, de

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Woah, woah, woah

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 around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Woah, woah, woah

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've got to hide it from the kids

Coo-coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Woah, woah, woah

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

Every way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you

Wooh, wooh, wooh

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?

Jolting Joe has left and gone away

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey