| Summertime |
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| 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 mornin’s, you’re gonna rise up singin' |
| you’re gonna spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky |
| But 'til that mornin', there is nothin' can harm you |
| With Daddy and Mummy, Mummy standing by |
| Don’t you, don’t you cry |
