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

We´d like to know a little bit about your 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.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

Hide in the 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.

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

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate´s debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you´ve got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose.

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