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) 

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 

Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose 



Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio 

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) 

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson 

Joltin' Joe has left and gone away 

(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)