Chorus:
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,
Hey, hey, hey.


I just graduated high school
When she graduated Brown

I kicked some game the best I ever laid it down
We played around,
We got official

And when it comes to firsts, like hair, I got a fistful
I said I love you, and I'm pretty sure I meant it truly
She's still the only one I've ever said it too, she

Gave me a fever that I've still got
I find MILFs hot, and I'll scream it from the hilltop
it's not Tomato, tomahto

when it come to Demis, gimme Moore before Lovato
And if you're Demi Moore
And if I'm 24

Well earth's a trillion years old
what's twenty more?
But when we talk I upset your ulcer

increase your pulse or tend to insult your
knowledge I apologize it's the wrong subject
let's not $#&@ this up by discussing pop culture

Remember Welcome Back Cotter?
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Well I don't

But baby that's why God invented iPhones.

Chorus:

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,
Hey, hey, hey.



You're an old wine, you're a fine cheese
at this rate you'll be Angelina by your nineties

A double dimepiece, freaking siamese
I'm fully legal, people, you can check my IDs
Be damned if I freeze

I'm a la flambe
Jay is Venti pimping but pimping Tall or Grande
He's popping cristal

I'm sipping on some andre
it's been a long day
I want to romance you

soon I plan to
dim all the lights and put on something we can dance to
that doesn't draw attention to my age, like pan flute

So get comfy if you're chafing in that pants suit
It either makes me kinda weird
or some kinda pioneer

but let me dry your tears
if you're peering in the mirror and
only see the years you fear appearing in your face

instead of Helen Mirren, well it's clear
you look hella nice
A younger fella's

And as sugar for the cougars
I was on Ellen... twice


Chorus

Koo-koo-ka-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,

Hey, hey, hey

Breakdown

STOP!
When I say 'don't get,' you say 'surgery'
Don't get
Surgery
Don't get

Surgery
When I say 'age,' you say 'gracefully'
Age!
Gracefully
Age!

Gracelly
I beg you

Chorus
Where have you gone, Poor D'Angelo

Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
I don't believe he's left and gone away
Hey hey hey.