And here's to you,Mrs. Rlbinson,
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…)
We'd like to know a little bit
About you for our files,
Learn to help yourself.
Look aroud you,
All you see are sympthetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.

Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes,
Put it in your pantry
With your cup cakes
It's a little secret,
Just rhe Robinson's affair,
Most of all you've got to hide it
From the kids.
Goo,coo,cachoo.

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidate's 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 Dimagio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you,
Mrs.Robison
"Joit-in Joe"has left and gone away,
Hey,hey……