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Song title |
Top Of the Poppers |
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Artist |
Mrs Robinson |
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Album |
Di, di-di-di, di-di, di-di, di-di-di-di-di
Do, do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do
Di-di, di-di, di-di-di-di, di-di-di-di-di
And here's to you, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know, woh-woh-woh
God bless you, please, Mrs Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
We like to know a little bit about you for our files
We like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic lines
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know, woh-woh-woh
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 you 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, woh-woh-woh
God bless you, please, Mrs Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Sittin' 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, wooh-wooh-wooh
What's that you say, Mrs Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey |
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