Nirvana - Mrs. Robinson (simon And Garfunkel Cover)

spoken: this song really sucks!

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, 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 sypathetic 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 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
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 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
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 (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
WHat's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away?