Summertime

Summertime, summertime

Summer, summer, summertime

Summertime, summertime

Summer, summer, summertime

Summertime and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

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 jump off the ceiling

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky (Summertime, summertime, summertime)

Until that morning

There is nothing to harm you

Your daddy and mommy standing by

Summertime, summertime

Summertime, summertime

Summertime, summertime

Summertime, summertime

One of these mornings

You're gonna jump off the ceiling

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky (Summertime, summertime, summertime)

Until that morning

There is nothing to harm you

Your mommy and daddy standing by

Oh, oh, oh

Mommy and daddy standing by

Oh, oh, oh