Mrs. Robinson ft. Danny McClain

Verse 1 
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 [bad word] 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 

Chorus 1 
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 

Verse 2 
you're an old wine, you're a fine cheese 
at this rate you'll be Angelina by your nineties 
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 
younger fella's 
And as sugar for the cougars 
I was on Ellen... twice 

Chorus 2 
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 

Breakdown 
STOP! 
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! 
Gracelly 
I beg you 

Chorus 3 
Where have you gone, Poor D'Angelo 
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you. 
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson. 
I don't believe he's left and gone away 
Hey hey hey.