Mrs. Robinson

Simon and Garfunkel

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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 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, 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
Every 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

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America

Simon and Garfunkel

America - Simon and Garfunkel

Ooh ooh ooh a ooh a ooh, ooh ooh ooh a ooh a ooh 
Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together 
I’ve got some real-estate here in my bag 
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner pies 

And walked off to look for America 
Cathy I said as we boarded the Greyhound in Pittsburg 
Michigan seems like a dream to me now 
It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw 

And I’ve come to look for America 
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces 
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy 
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera 

Toss me a cigarette I think there’s one in my raincoat 
We smoked the last one an hour ago 
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine 
And the moon rose over an open field 

Cathy I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping 
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why 
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike 
They’ve all come to look for America 
They’ve all come to look for America 
They’ve all come to look for America 

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