Mrs. Robinson (Simon & Garfunkel)

Dee dee dee deet deet deet deet dee...

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know, woh oh oh
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...

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever knows
Put it in your pantry with your cup-cakes
It's a little secret - just the Robinson's affair
Most of all you've got to hide from the kids

Coo coo cachoo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more...

Sittin' on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it - when you've got to choose
Everyway you look at it you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
Our nation turns it lonely eyes to you, uh uh uh
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey, hey hey hey