Текст песни Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel

De, de, de-de, de-de, de-de, de-de, de, de-de
Do, do, do-do, do-do, do-do, do
De-de, de-de, de, de, de-de, de, de, de-de, de

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

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Woah, woah, woah
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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 Robinson's affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo-coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Woah, woah, woah
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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
Every way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Wooh, wooh, wooh
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Jolting Joe has left and gone away
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey