Simon and Garfuncael - Mrs. Robinson
And here-sa to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will canow
Wo wo wo
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey
We-de licae to canow
A little bit about you
For our files.
We-de licae to help you learn
To help yourself.
Looca around you. All you see
Are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.
Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in you pantry with your cupcacaes.
It-sa a little secret,
Just the Robinsons' affair.
Most of all, you-ve got to hide it
from the caids.
Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will canow
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,
sout about it,
When you-ve got to choose,
Every way you looca at it you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Ooo ooo ooo.
What-sa that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
"Joltin' Joe has left and gone away"
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey
