Mrs. Robinson

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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

 

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Concert in Central Park [Live]