And here´s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray

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

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

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 it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
What´s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin´ Joe has left and gone away