And here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoaGod bless you please, Mrs. RobinsonHeaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our filesWe'd like to help you learn to help yourselfLook around you, all you see are sympathetic eyesStroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoaGod bless you, please, Mrs. RobinsonHeaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goesPut it in your pantry with your cupcakesIt's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affairMost of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoaGod bless you, please, Mrs. RobinsonHeaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoonGoing to the candidates' debateLaugh about it, shout about itWhen you've got to chooseEvery way you look at it you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, whoa, whoa, whoaWhat's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?Joltin Joe has left and gone away, hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey