Watsky - Mrs. Robinson lyrics

[Intro] BEN: Mrs. Robinson, do you think we could say a few words to each other first this time? MRS. ROBINSON: I don't think we have much to say to each other BEN: Look, for months, all we've done is come up here and leap into bed together MRS. ROBINSON: Do you wanna tell me about your college experience? BEN: Oh my God. This is the sickest, most perverted thing that ever happened to me. Well, I.. I was kind of upset there. I'm sorry I said those things MRS. ROBINSON: Is it sickening for you? BEN: It's not. I enjoy it, I look forward to it, it's the one thing I have to look forward to MRS. ROBINSON: May I stay then? [Chorus: Danny McClain] And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Can I get you back, can I, Mrs. Robinson? Can I get you back, can I, can I?) God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: Watsky] I just graduated high school when she graduated Brown I kicked some game the best I ever laid it down We played around and then we got official And when it comes to firsts, like hair, I got a fistful I said I love you, and I'm pretty sure I meant it truly She's still the only one I've ever said it too, she Gave me a fever that I've still got I find MILFs hot, and I'll yell it from the hilltop It's not Tomato, tomahto When it come to Demis, gimme Moore before Lovato And if you're Demi Moore, and if I'm 24 Well, earth's a trillion years old, so what's twenty more? But when we talk I upset your ulcer Increase your pulse or tend to insult your Knowledge, I apologize, it's the wrong subject Let's not f** this up by discussing pop culture Remember Welcome Back Cotter? Bridge Over Troubled Water? Well, I don't But, baby, that's why God invented iPhones [Chorus: Danny McClain] Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Can I get you back, can I, Mrs. Robinson? Can I get you back, can I, can I?) God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Those who pray) Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey) Hey, hey, hey [Verse 2: Watsky] You're an old wine, you're a fine cheese At this rate you'll be Angelina by your nineties A double dimepiece, freaking siamese I'm fully legal, people, you can check my IDs Be damned if I freeze, I'm a la flambe Jay is Venti pimping, but I'm pimping Tall or Grande He's popping Crystal, I'm sipping on some André It's been a long day, I want to romance you, so soon I plan to Dim all the lights and put on something we can dance to That doesn't draw attention to my age like pan flute So get comfy if you're chafing in that pant suit It either makes me kinda weird or some kinda pioneer But let me dry your tears If you're peering in the mirror and only see the years you fear Appearing in your face instead of Helen Mirren Well, it's clear, you look hella nice, a younger fella's vice And as sugar for the cougars I was on Ellen... twice [Chorus: Danny McClain] Where did you go, poor D'Angelo? Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Can I get you back, can I, Mrs. Robinson? Can I get you back, can I, can I?) Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Robinson (Can I get you back, can I, Mrs. Robinson? Can I get you back, can I, can I?) Can I get you back, Mrs. Robinson? Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Robinson Hey, hey, hey -- hey, hey, hey [Breakdown] STOP! When I say 'don't get,' you say 'surgery' Don't get Surgery Don't get Surgery When I say 'age,' you say 'gracefully' Age! Gracefully Age! Gracelly I beg you