And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know, wou, wou, wou.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, a nation turns its lonely eyes to you, wou, wou, wou.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, heaven holds a place for those who pray,

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson, Joltin' Joe has left and gone away,

hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey !

1. We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files, we'd like to help you learn to help yourself.

2. Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes, put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.

3. Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon, going to the candidates` debate.

Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes, stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair, most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Laugh about it, shout about it when you've got to choose, every way you look, you're only bound to lose