SUMMERTIME

Summertime and the living’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your pappy’s rich and your mammy’s 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 to the sky
Until that mornin’ there ain’t nothin’ can harm you
With mammy and pappy standin’ by