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.