Frank Sinatra - Mrs. Robinson Lyrics
Writer(s): simonAnd here's to you, mrs. robinsonJilly loves you more than you will knowWhoa, whoa, whoaOh bless you please, mrs. robinsonHeaven holds a place for those who prayHey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, hey)We'd like to know a little bit about you for our fileWe'd like to help you learn to help yourselfLook around you all you see are - sympathetic eyesStroll around the grounds until you - feel at homeThe pta, mrs. robinsonWon't ok the way you do your thingDing, ding, dingAnd you'll get yours, mrs. robinsonFoolin' with that young stuff like you doBoo, hoo, hoo; woo, woo, wooSo how's your bird, mrs. robinson"dandy", mrs. robinson you'd sayHey, hey, heyWell have you heard, mrs. robinsonMine is fine as wine, and i should knowHo, ho, ho