About the song
Simon & Garfunkel’s “Mrs. Robinson” is more than just a song; it’s a cultural touchstone that has resonated with audiences for decades. Released in 1968 as part of their acclaimed album Bookends, the track became an instant classic, capturing the zeitgeist of a generation grappling with societal shifts and personal uncertainties.
The song’s narrative unfolds through the lens of a young man navigating the complexities of adulthood and the allure of forbidden romance. The titular Mrs. Robinson, a seductive older woman, represents a symbol of temptation and the allure of the unknown. Paul Simon’s evocative lyrics paint a vivid picture of a society in flux, hinting at the disillusionment and restlessness that characterized the late 1960s.
Musically, “Mrs. Robinson” is a masterpiece of folk rock, blending Simon & Garfunkel’s signature harmonies with intricate guitar work and a driving rhythm. The song’s iconic opening line, “Mrs. Robinson, you’re a queen,” immediately sets the stage for a tale of seduction and societal expectations. The reference to baseball star Joe DiMaggio adds a layer of nostalgia and historical context, connecting the song to a broader cultural narrative.
“Mrs. Robinson” has endured as a timeless classic due to its ability to transcend generations and cultural boundaries. It’s a testament to Simon & Garfunkel’s songwriting prowess and their ability to capture the essence of a particular era. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its universal themes and its enduring power to move and inspire.
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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