Sing to the tune of Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel
And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
You’re the ticket agent at Toronto Pearson Airport
Helping passengers fly to new destinations
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
For your kind and efficient service
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 records
We’d like to thank you for your hard work
Look around you, all you see are grateful travelers
Stroll around the airport and 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
Even though you’re busy with your job, you’ll always have a special place
In the hearts of all the travelers you’ve helped along the way
It’s a little secret, just the Robinson’s affair
Most of all, you’ve got to keep smiling and be proud
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 at your desk on a busy Monday morning
Helping passengers check in for their flights
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Every way you look at this, you win
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its grateful eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
You’re the unsung hero at Toronto Pearson Airport
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
