Summertime and the livin' is easy
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Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine
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Oh your Daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
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So hush little baby, don't you cry
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One of these mornings
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You're goin' to rise up singing
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Then you'll spread your wings
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And you'll take the sky
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But till that morning
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There's a nothin' can harm you
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With daddy and mammy standin' by
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Summertime
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
