Summertime,


And The Livin' Is Easy


Fish Are Jumpin'


And The Cotton Is High





Your Daddy's Rich


And Your Mamma's Good Lookin'


So Hush Little Baby


Don't You Cry





One Of These Mornings


You're Going To Rise Up Singing


Then You'll Spread Your Wings


And You'll Take To The Sky





But Till That Morning


There's A'nothing Can Harm You


With Daddy And Mamma Standing By