| lyric | Summertime an' the livin' is easy,
fish are jumpin’ an’ the cotton is high.
Oh your daddy’s rich, an’ your ma is good lookin’,
so hush little baby don’ you cry.
One of theses mornin’s you going’ to rise up singin’,
then you’ll spread your wings an’ you’ll take the sky.
But till that mornin’ there’s a nothin’ can harm you,
with daddy an’ mammy standin’ by. |