The joyful visuals at 3:09 minutes in, when Hugh Masekela puts down the flugelhorn and picks up the tambourine are hard to beat. Thank you filmmakers. Thank you Hugh and Larry.
And then this live 1965 version? Whoa. What he dishes up beginning at 1:07 is some South African mustard sauce!
Let’s Just Have Supper
by Nora Jane Struthers and Korby Lenker
Dad’s in his chair
Mama’s on the phone
TV’s makin’ all of us feel angry and alone
Talking makes us yell
Yellin’ makes us sad
Comin’ home used to feel right
Now it just feels bad
But they’re my family
Let’s just have supper
Here pull up a chair
It’s hard to feel so far away, sitting with you here
Cornbread’s in the oven
Chicken’s on the stove
Let’s just have supper before the beans get cold
Sunday afternoons
I see my neighbor John
Cuttin’ grass and washin’ cars; he’s always workin’ hard
When we pass we wave
Seems like an alright guy
I kind of thought we might be friends until I saw that sign, up in his yard
I guess we don’t agree
Let’s just have supper
Here pull up a chair
It’s hard to feel so far away, sitting with you here
Cornbread’s in the oven
Chicken’s on the stove
Let’s just have supper before the beans get cold
Scrollin’ through my feed’s
Like chasin’ down a ghost
It’s not a conversation it’s just comments on a post
I guess we got a mess
There ain’t no easy fix
But supper’s on and it’s almost done; why don’t you come on by round six?
Everybody needs to eat
Let’s just have supper
Here pull up a chair
It’s hard to feel so far away, sitting with you here
Cornbread’s in the oven
Chicken’s on the stove
Let’s just have supper before the beans get cold
Let’s all have supper before the beans get cold
“I felt the fun in it”
Lyrics:
All of me
Why not take all of me
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you
Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I’ll never use them
Your goodbye
Left me with eyes that cry
How can I
Go along without you
You took the part
That once was my heart
So why not
Take all of me
All of me
Why not take all of me
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you
Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I’ll never use them
Your goodbye
Left me with eyes that cry
How can I
Go along without you
You took the part
That once was my heart
So why not
Take all of me
Along with assorted street sounds…
Twin Falls Idaho Main Street 9/27/16
Lyrics
Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
safely walk to school without a sound
safely walk to school without a sound
Here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there’s dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now it’s time to learn
we clean up and now it’s time to learn
Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height against the wall
teacher marks our height against the wall
We don’t notice any time pass
we don’t notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing
Tonight I’ll dream while I’m in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tomorrow I’ll bet
that you and I will walk together again
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Yes I can tell that we are gonna be friends.
Here is Jordan Thornquest mashing up Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel with a bit of Call Me The Breeze by Lynyrd Skynyrd outside of Ketchum Burrito on Main Street (Twin Falls Idaho) (9/27/16). Also, for good measure, he threw in a reference to Donald Trump.
Captioning for the Deaf/Hard of Hearing:
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
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey
We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to learn to help you 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
Wo wo wo
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hide it in the 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
Koo-koo-ka-choo, 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,
Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey
They Call me the breeze
Cuz I keep blowin’ down the road
Well they call me the breeze
Cuz I keep blowin’ down the road
Really don’t have no business
blowin’ down your ?road you know?
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
Choosing Donald Trump you know you’d lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Wu wu wu
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Jolting Joe has left and gone away,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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