And Here's To You

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you
about your 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.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

Hide in the 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.

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,

Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate's 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,
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.