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


A-when 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


It's just the Robinson's' affair

Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids





Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know


God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson


Well, 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


Every way you look at it, you lose




Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?


And a nation turns its lonely eyes to you

A-what's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?


Joltin' Joe has left and gone away