Wilson Viturino - Mrs Robinson Lyrics

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 the hiding place where no one ever goes

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

It's a little secret just the Robinson's affair

Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids


Koo-koo-ka-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 this you lose


Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?

Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you

Woo, woo, woo

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?

Jolting Joe has left and gone away

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey