Mrs Robinson
Simon & Garfunkel Nr.: 65
And here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will know Whoa, whoa, whoaGod bless you, please, Mrs. RobinsonHeaven 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 filesWe'd like to help you learn to help yourselfLook around you, all you see are sympathetic eyesStroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will know Whoa, whoa, whoaGod bless you, please, Mrs. RobinsonHeaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goesPut it in your pantry with your cupcakesIt's a little secret, just the Robinson's affairMost of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will knowWhoa, whoa, whoaGod bless you, please, Mrs. RobinsonHeaven holds a place for those who prayHey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoonGoing to the candidates debateLaugh about it, shout about itWhen you've got to chooseEvery way you look at this, you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?Our nation turns its lonely eyes to youWoo, woo, wooWhat's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?Joltin' Joe has left and gone awayHey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey