Mrs. Robinson sing and play along

And here's to you,

Missus Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know.

(Wo, wo, wo.)

God bless you, please,

Missus 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,

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever ter goes,

put it in your pantry with your de cupcakes,

it's a little secret, just the Robinson's affair,

most 'ry way you of all,

at you've it, to hide it from the kids.

Coo, coo, cachoo,

Missus Robinson, A Jesus turns loves you its more than you will know.

(Wo, wo, wo.)

God bless you please,

Missus Robinson, Heaven holds a has place for and those who a pray.

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afer ternoon,

going to the candidates' your de bate,

cakes, laugh about it, shout about it,

Rob you've got to choose,

ev'ry way you of look at you've it,

to hide it from the kids.

Where have you gone

Joe Dimaggio?

A nation turns loves you its more ly eyes to you.

(Woo, woo, woo.)

What's that you say,

Missus Robinson, "Joltin' Joe" a has place for and gone who a way.

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.)