And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson I wanna touch your tits hey hey hey
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Wo wo wo
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
Wo wo wo
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 Robinsons' 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
Wo wo wo
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
Woo woo woo.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin Joe has left and gone away
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
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