Friday Sessions #65: ‘Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home’ – ‘Mrs Robinson’ Simon & Garfunkel

Friday Sessions - Test Your English With The Power Of Music. See how the lyrics transport you to a very specific place, environment or scenario... and notice the humour used which can be described as 'tongue in cheek,'...

Today’s Friday Session offers a classic from Simon & Garfunkel which needs no introduction, ‘Mrs Robinson.’

Song lyrics often offer descriptive phrases which immediately create imagery, rather like poetry, or the type of descriptions you can find in a great novel. Check the lyrics below and see how they transport you to a very specific place, environment or scenario… and notice the humour used which can be described as ‘tongue in cheek,’ (meaning something which is ironic, flippant or humorous.)

“Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.” (The verb ‘to stroll’ is rather like a slow walk, and the ‘grounds’ describe the space around a house or building, often a garden or natural open space.)

“Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes. Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.” (A pantry is a large walk-in cupboard in your home, which is used to store food.)

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson. Enjoy the energetic live version, or the audio. Hey, hey, hey!

Lyrics:

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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 help you learn to 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
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

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 Robinson’s affair
Most of all, you’ve got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

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
Every way you look at this, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Simon & Garfunkel / Mrs Robinson (from The Concert in Central Park)

Simon & Garfunkel / Mrs Robinson (audio)