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 at the height of the counterculture movement, the song captured the zeitgeist of a nation grappling with social and political upheaval.
The song’s narrative unfolds through the perspective of a young man, seemingly infatuated with the titular Mrs. Robinson, a woman who represents both the allure and the complexities of the adult world. The lyrics are filled with evocative imagery, painting a picture of a society on the cusp of change. The opening lines, “Mrs. Robinson, you’re a queen,” immediately establish a sense of reverence and admiration, while also hinting at the power and influence she holds.
Musically, “Mrs. Robinson” is a masterpiece of folk-rock. The acoustic guitar provides a gentle foundation, while the harmonies between Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel create a sense of intimacy and vulnerability. The song’s arrangement is both understated and impactful, allowing the lyrics to take center stage.
Beyond its musical merits, “Mrs. Robinson” is a testament to the power of songwriting to capture the spirit of an era. The song’s themes of youth, rebellion, and the search for meaning continue to resonate with listeners today. It’s a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, music can provide a sense of connection and hope.
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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