Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme?Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mineLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeGather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mineAnd here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will knowGod bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who prayWe'd like to know a little bit about you for a whileWe'd like to help you learn to help yourselfLook around you all you see are sympathetic eyesStroll around the grounds until you feel at homeAnd here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will knowGod bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who prayHide it in a hiding place where no one ever goesPut it in your pantry with your cupcakesIt's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affairMost of all you've got to hide it from the kidsAnd here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will knowGod bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who praySitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoonGoing through the candidates' debateLaugh about it, shout about it when you've got to chooseEvery way you look at it's youWhere have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?A nation turns its lonely eyes to youWhat's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?Joe-n-Joe has left and gone awayJoe DiMaggio