Doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo
doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo doo-doo-doo-dooo doo-doo-doo.
Doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo
doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo-doo.
Good morning to you, Mrs. Robinson,
when you pray, pray a bit for us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lucky you, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven loves you more than you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
To be curious and a bit indiscreet, tell me what do you do?
And how do you spend your long days?
How do you see the world from the glasses you wear?
You still dream of it as of your past times.
Good morning to you, Mrs. Robinson,
when you pray, pray a bit for us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lucky you, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven loves you more than you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
Old house where the sun is never seen,
amidst the fake roses and memories,
four gray and old cats live with you.
They will never leave you now.
Good morning to you, Mrs. Robinson,
when you pray, pray a bit for us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lucky you, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven loves you more than you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
Sunday on the sofa you will be good,
talking with your old friends.
You will gossip and laugh as the time goes by.
Your youth will not return.
Where will he be, the one who thirty years ago
said the phrases that you never forget?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
The youth is gone,
there is no emptier field now.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.