Eleanor Rigby/do You Know The Way To San Jose?/mrs. Robinson Lyrics - The Supremes

(Marlow, Scott/John Lennon, Paul McCartney/HalDavid, Burt Bacharach/Paul Simon) 

ELEANOR RIGBY 

Eleanor Rigby 

Picks up the rice in the church 

Where a wedding has been 

Lives in a dream 

Waits at the window 

Wearing a face 

That she keeps in a jar by the door 

Who is it for ? 

All the lonely people 

Where do they all come from ? 

All the lonely people 

Where do they all belong ? 

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Father McKenzie writing the words 

To a sermon that no one will hear 

Oh, no one comes near 

Look at him working 

Darning the socks in the night 

When there's nobody there 

Nobody cares 

All the lonely people 

Where do they all come from ? 

All the lonely people 

Where do they all belong ? 

DO YOU KNOW THE WAY TO SAN JOSE? 

Do you know the way to San Jose? 

I've been away so long 

I may go wrong and lose my way 

Do you know the way to San Jose? 

I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose 

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L.A. is a great big freeway 

Put a hundred down and buy a car 

In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star 

Weeks turn into years 

How quick they pass 

And all the stars that never were are parking cars and pumping gas 

Do you know the way to San Jose? 

I've got lots of friends in San Jose 

Do you know the way to San Jose? 

I've got lots of friends in San Jose 

MRS. ROBINSON 

And here's to you Mrs. Robinson 

Jesus loves you more than you will know 

(Wo, wo, wo) 

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson 

Heaven holds a place for those who pray 

(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 

(Wo, wo, wo) 

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson 

Heaven holds a place for those who pray 

(Hey, hey, hey)