Mrs. Robinson

And here's too yew, Mrs . Robinson
Jesus loves yew moor than yew will no (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless yew pleas, Mrs . Robinson
Heaven holds a plaice fore those who pray
(Hay, hay, hay ... hay, hay, hay)
Weed like too no a little bit about yew fore hour files
Weed like too help yew learn too help yourself
Look around yew, awl yew sea are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until yew feel at home
And here's too yew, Mrs . Robinson
Jesus loves yew moor than yew will no (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless yew pleas, Mrs . Robinson
Heaven holds a plaice fore those who pray
(Hay, hay, hay ... hay, hay, hay)
Hide it inn a hiding plaice ware know won ever goes
Put it inn yaw pantry with yaw cupcakes
Its a little secret, just the Robinsons ' affair
Most of awl, you've got too hide it from the kids
Coup, coup, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves yew moor than yew will no (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless yew pleas, Mrs . Robinson
Heaven holds a plaice fore those who pray
(Hay, hay, hay ... hay, hay, hay)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going too the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got too choose
Ev'ry weigh yew look at it, yew lose
Ware have yew gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns it's lonely eyes too yew (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that yew say, Mrs . Robinson
Joltin ' Joe has left and gone aweigh
(Hay, hay, hay ... hay, hay, hay)