Mrs. Robinson – Simon & Garfunkel

By: Ignotus

Canzone simbolo degli anni Sessanta, Mrs. Robinson fu scritta da Paul Simon, membro dello storico duo Simon & Garfunkel. Non tutti sanno, però, che il brano inizialmente era stato ideato con un ritmo più aggressivo, e con il titolo di Mrs. Roosevelt, poiché aveva per protagonista la moglie di Franklin Delano (ex Presidente degli Stati Uniti), una donna molto impegnata sul fronte politico, nonché grande icona del femminismo. Fu soltanto dopo l’incontro con Mike Nichols, regista de Il laureato (1967), che Simon diede al brano il titolo che oggi conosciamo. La versione definitiva divenne quindi la colonna sonora del film e, con il testo completo, fu pubblicata nell’album Bookends del 1968. Il titolo si riferisce alla Signora Robinson (Anne Bancroft), la quale, nella pellicola, intrattiene una relazione con un giovane di ricca famiglia, Benjamin Braddock, interpretato da Dustin Hoffman.

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
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.
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.
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.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
Jolting Joe has left and gone away,
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey