We'd like to know a little bit 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, whoa, oh, oh God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret it's just the Robinson's affair Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, 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 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 its lonely eyes to you, who, who, who What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson Jolting Joe's has left and gone away Hey, hey, hey And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you ever knew, woo, woo, woo God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey