Letra de Mrs. Robinson (From "The Graduate" Soundtrack)
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoa God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, heyWe'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 homeAnd here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoa God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, heyHide 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 kidsCoo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know, whoa, whoa, whoa God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, heySitting 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 loseWhere have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you, whoa, whoa, whoa What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? Joltin Joe has left and gone away, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey