| 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, |
| Every way you look at it you lose. |
|
| Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? |
| A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Ooo ooo ooo. |
|
| What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? |
| "Joltin' Joe has left and gone away" |
| Hey hey hey, hey hey hey. |
