About the song
“Mrs. Robinson” by Simon & Garfunkel is an iconic song that has left an indelible mark on the landscape of popular music. Released in 1968 as part of the soundtrack for the film “The Graduate,” this track quickly became a cultural phenomenon.
Written by Paul Simon, “Mrs. Robinson” is a character-driven narrative that reflects on the disillusionment and uncertainty of the 1960s. Its catchy melody and witty lyrics capture the essence of a generation grappling with social upheaval and cultural change.
Upon its release, “Mrs. Robinson” soared to the top of the charts, reaching No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States. Its success propelled Simon & Garfunkel to even greater heights of fame, solidifying their reputation as one of the most influential musical acts of their time.
The song’s inclusion in “The Graduate” further cemented its status as a cultural touchstone, forever associating it with the iconic film and its themes of youthful rebellion and existential angst.
Decades later, “Mrs. Robinson” remains a beloved classic, its timeless appeal continuing to resonate with audiences of all ages. Whether as a nostalgic reminder of the past or a timeless reflection on the human condition, the song continues to captivate listeners around the world, reaffirming its place as a true masterpiece of the folk-rock genre.
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Lyrics
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 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
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 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
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 this, you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our 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