Songtext zu 'Mrs. Robinson (ft. Danny McClain)' von Watsky

Mrs. Robinson, do you think we could say a few words to each other first this time?
I don't think we have much to say to each other.
Look, for a month, all we ever do is to come up here and leap into bed together.
Do you want to tell me about some of your college experiences?
Oh my god. This is the sickest, most perverted thing that ever happened to me.
Well look -
I was kind of upset there. I'm sorry I said those things.
But if it's sickening for you -
It's not!
I enjoy it. I look forward to it. it's the one thing I have to look forward to.

May I stay then?

And here's to you, mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

I just graduated high school
When she graduated brown
I kicked some game the best I ever laid it down
We played around,
We got official
And when it comes to firsts, like hair, I got a fistful
I said I love you, and I'm pretty sure I meant it truly
She's still the only one I've ever said it too, she
Gave me a fever that I've still got
I find milfs hot, and I'll scream it from the hilltop
It's not tomato, tomahto
When it come to demis, gimme moore before lovato
And if you're demi moore
And if I'm 24
Well earth's a trillion years old
What's twenty more?
But when we talk I upset your ulcer
Increase your pulse or tend to insult your
Knowledge I apologize it's the wrong subject
Let's not fuck this up by discussing pop culture
Remember welcome back cotter?
Bridge over troubled water
Well I don't
But baby that's why god invented iphones

Koo-koo-ka-choo, mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

You're an old wine, you're a fine cheese
At this rate you'll be angelina by your nineties
A double dimepiece, freaking siamese
I'm fully legal, people, you can check my ids
Be damned if I freeze
I'm a la flambe
Jay is venti pimping but pimping tall or grande
He's popping cristal
I'm sipping on some andre
It's been a long day
I want to romance you
Soon I plan to
Dim all the lights and put on something we can dance to
That doesn't draw attention to my age, like pan flute
So get comfy if you're chafing in that pants suit
It either makes me kinda weird
Or some kinda pioneer
But let me dry your tears
If you're peering in the mirror and only see the years you fear appearing in your face instead of helen mirren, well it's clear
You look hella nice
A younger fella's vice
And as sugar for the cougars
I was on ellen... Twice

Where have you gone, poor d'angelo
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

When I say 'don't get,' you say 'surgery'
Don't get
Surgery
Don't get
Surgery
When I say 'age,' you say 'gracefully'
Age!
Gracefully
Age!
Gracefully

That's what I'm talking about
Beautiful sight
I'm glad to see y'all here
I need to know...
Where everyone stands, so I'm gonna throw some numbers out
I wanna hear you
Who's down for 35? About 36?
Yeah, how about 40? How about 45?
How about 50? Ibout 55? I feel so alive!
How about 60?! How about 65?!
How about 70?! How about 80?!
How about?! How about?!

And here's to you, mrs. Robinson
God bless you, please!

Mrs. Robinson
Hey, hey, hey (3x)

Watsy, mody
Sky high!
Hey, hey, hey