With apologies to Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, could this be the reason why Mrs. Robinson turned to drink???? :)

"Mrs. Robinson"

And here's to you, Mr. Robinson,
Jesus loves girls more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mr. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who play,
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 mall until you feel at home.

And here's to you, Mr. Robinson,
Jesus loves girls like you, you will know.
God bless you, please, Mr. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for boys who play,
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hide clothes in the hiding place where no one ever goes.
Put them in your closet with your B-cups.
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, Mr. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless her, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who play a deux,
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Dressed up on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the hairdressers, don't be late!
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you can't lose.

Pretend you're girls on a Monday afternoon.
Do the make-over, happy state!
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you can't lose.

Where have you gone, Marilyn Monroe,
Our nation wants to look like you.
What's that you say, Mr. Robinson.
Joking, Moe has left and gone away,
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey