Summertime and the livin` is easy
Fish are jumpin` and the cotton is fine
Oh, your daddy`s rich and your ma is good-lookin`
So, hush, little baby, don`t you cry
One of these mornings,
You`re gonna rise up singin`
Then you`ll spread your wings
And you`ll take the sky
But till the morning
There`s a-nothin` can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin` by
