Stimmband Nr. 11
- 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.
Chorus: And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
heaven holds a place for those who pray.
- 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 Robinsons’ affair
most of all, you’ve got to hide it from the kids.
Chorus: Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson …
- Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
going to the candidate’s dibate,
laugh about it, shout about it, when you’ve got to choose,
ev’ry way you look at it, you lose.
Chorus: Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you. Wo wo wo.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away,
hey hey hey – hey hey hey.
M.+T.: Paul Simon (*1941), 1968
Stimmband Nr. 2
- Alas my love you do me wrong
to cast me off discourteously;
and I have loved you so long;
delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight.
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
and who but my lady Greensleeves?
- If you intend thus to disdain,
it does the more enrapture me,
and even so, I still remain
a lover in captivity.
- Alas, my love, that you should own
a heart of wanton vanity,
so must I meditate alone
upon your insincerity.
- Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
to God I pray to prosper thee,
for I am still thy lover true,
come once again and love me!