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 it's lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson

Jolting' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)