: 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
: When she goes, she's gone If she stays, she stays here The girl does what she wants to do She knows what she wants to do And I know I'm fakin'
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: "Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner
: I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I
: When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't
: Celia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please, to come home Celia
: So long, Frank Lloyd Wright I can't believe your song is gone so soon I barely learned the tune So soon So soon I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright
: I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests
: Gee but it's great to be back home Home is where I want to be I've been on the road so long my friend And if you came along I know you couldn't
: Tom, get your plane right on time I know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da and here I am The only living boy in New
: My daddy was the family bassman My mamma was an engineer And I was born one dark gray morn With music coming in my ears In my ears They call
: What a dream I had Pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smoky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets Down past the shop
: In my little town, I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall
: Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times
: Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I'll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don't turn away
: Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies