Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your dad is rich and your mom's good lookin'
So hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky
But till that morning, there isn't nothing that can harm you
With daddy and mommy standing by, by, by, by