Summertime

SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVIN'IS EASY FISH ARE JUMPIN' AND THE COTTON IS HIGH YOUR DAD IS RICH AND YOUR MOMMA IS SO GOOD LOOKIN 'SO HUSH PRETTY BABY, DON'T YOU CRY ONE OF THESE MORNINS YOU'R GONNA RISE UP SINGIN' YOUR GONNA SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND YOU'LL TAKE TO THE SKY UNTIL THAT MORNIN THERE AIN'T NOTHIN CAN HARM YOU WITH DADDY AND MAMMY STANDIN BY.