Jordan Thornquest covering We’re Going to be Friends by Jack White

Along with assorted street sounds…

Twin Falls Idaho Main Street 9/27/16

 

Lyrics

Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
I can tell that we are gonna be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
safely walk to school without a sound
safely walk to school without a sound

Here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there’s dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now it’s time to learn
we clean up and now it’s time to learn

Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height against the wall
teacher marks our height against the wall

We don’t notice any time pass
we don’t notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I’ll dream while I’m in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tomorrow I’ll bet
that you and I will walk together again
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Yes I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

Jordan Thornquest – Mrs. Robinson plus

Here is Jordan Thornquest mashing up Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel with a bit of Call Me The Breeze by Lynyrd Skynyrd outside of Ketchum Burrito on Main Street (Twin Falls Idaho) (9/27/16). Also, for good measure, he threw in a reference to Donald Trump.

Captioning for the Deaf/Hard of Hearing:

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, hey hey hey

We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to learn to help you 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, 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
Wo wo wo
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey

They Call me the breeze
Cuz I keep blowin’ down the road
Well they call me the breeze
Cuz I keep blowin’ down the road
Really don’t have no business
blowin’ down your ?road you know?

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
Choosing Donald Trump you know you’d lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Wu wu wu
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Jolting Joe has left and gone away,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey