Mrs. Robinson — текст песни (Busted)

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



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)



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



Coo, coo, ca-choo, 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)



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

A 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)