Summertime, and the livin'is easy
Oh! You daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
One of these monin's you're gonna rise up singin'
But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin'can harm you
Fish are jumpin'and the cotton in high
So, hush little baby, don't you cry...
Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky
With Daddy and Mammy standin'by...