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




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