Winning
So much winning
You’re going to get tired of winning
Backing
So much backing
You’re going to get tired of backing
Lying
So much lying
You’re going to get tired of lying
Winning
So much winning
You’re going to get tired of winning
Backing
So much backing
You’re going to get tired of backing
Lying
So much lying
You’re going to get tired of lying
salacious
fallacious
katzenjammer
непристойный
ошибочный
похмелье
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