Summertime (live)
Summertime, an' the livin' is easy,
Our fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy's rich an' your mama's good lookin'.
So hush, little baby, don't... you... cry...
One of these mornings, I'm gonna wake up singing.
On day, she said, and you'll spread my wings and I'll take the sky...
Oh but, until that morning, there's a nothing can harm you,
With daddy and mammy standing by.
Daddy and mammy standing m-by...