[bad word] 
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

We'd like to know a little bit about you
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
 [bad word] 
Hide it in a hiding place where no one
ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your
cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons'
affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from
the kids
 [bad word] 

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it

When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio

nation turns its lonely eyes to you
(Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)