About the song
Simon & Garfunkel’s “Mrs. Robinson” is a timeless classic that has captured the hearts of listeners for generations. Released in 1968, the song became an anthem of the counterculture movement of the 1960s, reflecting the social and political turmoil of the era.
The song’s lyrics, penned by Paul Simon, are both evocative and enigmatic. The titular character, Mrs. Robinson, represents a symbol of the establishment and the fading values of a bygone era. The song’s narrator, a young man coming of age, is torn between his desire for freedom and his fear of conformity.
Musically, “Mrs. Robinson” is a masterpiece of folk rock, featuring Simon’s distinctive voice, Garfunkel’s impeccable harmonies, and the intricate arrangements of their backing band. The song’s opening guitar riff, with its distinctive melody and infectious groove, has become instantly recognizable, serving as a musical shorthand for the counterculture movement of the 1960s.
Beyond its commercial success, “Mrs. Robinson” has also endured as a testament to the enduring power of music to evoke emotions and connect with audiences across generations. Its timeless appeal lies in its ability to capture the spirit of a particular era, while also speaking to universal themes of youth, rebellion, and the search for meaning. As we listen to the song today, we are transported back to a time of social and political upheaval, reminded of the power of music to inspire and challenge.
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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