Mrs. Robinson

And heres to you Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa Whoa Whoa

God bless you sweet Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey

We'd like to now 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
Whoa Whoa Whoa

God bless you sweet Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey Hey Hey

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes,
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It' a little secret, just a Robinson affair,
But most of all you got to hide it from the kids

Koo Koo Ka-chu Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa Whoa Whoa

God Bless you sweet 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 a candidate's debate

Laugh about it, shout about it when you got to choose,
Every way you look at it you'll lose

Where have you gone Joes D'Maggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo Woo Woo

What's that you say Mrs. Robinson?
You told me Joe has left and gone away
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey