Summertime and the livin´ is easy
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Fish are jumpin´ and the cotton is high
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Your dad ‘s rich and your momma ‘s good lookin'
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´So hush, pretty baby, don´t you cry.
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One of these mornin's you´re gonna rise up singin´
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Then you'll spread your wings and take to the sky
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Until that mornin', there a-nothin' can harm you
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With daddy and mammy standin by.
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