Summertime, and the livin' is easy.

Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is so high.

Yo' daddy 's rich and yo' mommy 's so good-lookin',

So hush, little baby, don't you cry.



One of these mornin's, you're gonna rise up singin';

Spread your wings, take to the sky.

But until that mornin', there is nothin' can harm you,

With daddy and mommy standin' by.



One of these mornin's, you're gonna rise up singin';

Spread your wings, take to the sky.

But until that mornin', there is nothin' can harm you,

With daddy and mommy standing by.

Summertime, and the livin' is so easy.