Mrs. Robinson (1993‐10‐22, New York City, NY, USA) Songtext
von Simon & Garfunkel

And here′s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoa
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, whoa, whoa, whoa
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, whoa, whoa, whoa
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, whoa, whoa, whoa
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin Joe has left and gone away, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey