Summertime -- and the living's easy
Fish are jumping, and the cotton's high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry! (fine)
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there's nothing that can harm you,
with daddy and mommy standing by.
Summertime -- yes, it's the time, I'm talking about summertime
And the living, summer living, and the living is so fine
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich, he's rich, your daddy's filthy rich
And your mama, hot mama, your mama's so good looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry!
da capo al fine