And here's to you, mrs. Robinson,

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Whoah oh oh

God bless your needs, 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

Whoah oh oh

God bless your needs, mrs. Robinson,

heaven holds a place for those who pray

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Hide it in a hidingplace where no-one ever goes

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

It's a little secret, it's just a Robinson's 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

Whoah oh oh

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

Goin' to the candidates debate, yeah

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,

our nation turned its lonely eyes to you

Whoo ooh ooh

What's that you say, mrs. Robinson,

joltin' Joe has left and gone away

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey