Lyrics:

And here�s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know, oh oh oh.
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, oh oh oh.
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 ka-choo, Mrs Robinson.
Jesus loves you more than you will know, oh oh oh.
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.
Ev�ry way you look at this, 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.