God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those
We'd like to know a little bit about you
We'd like to help you learn
all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds
and here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hide it in a hiding place
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
Most of all, you've got to
Mrs. Cock -a -choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
Every way you look at it you lose
A nation turns its lonely eye
Hey, hey, hey, what's that you say,