Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton, the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy, he's rich
And your mamma, she's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings
And take, and take to the sky

Until that morning
Ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mammy standing by