Mrs. Robinson

And here's to you Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know (who's Jesus?)

Wow, wow, wow (don't think so)

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,

Wow, wow, wow

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 your kids



Coo-coo ca-choo Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know,

Wow, wow, wow

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 chose

Every way you look at it you lose



Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you,

Ooh, ooh, ooh

What's that you say Mrs. Robinson

Joltin' Joe has left and gone away,

Hey, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey



And on behalf of us all

And here at the Starlight Ballroom

We'd like to say: that's it