Summertime

And the living Is easy,
Fish are jumping,
And we're all getting high.
Your daddy's rich,
And your mamma is good looking,
So let's have a barbie tomorrow and make sure the chicken is cooked thoroughly!

Could be worse,
You could live in Afghanistan,
Could be worse,
You could be a refugee.
So hush little baby,
Dont you cry.

I got a 44 in my pocket ,
But I aint gonna use it,
I got a rifle of thoughts,
Sat here by my side,
It's a question of trust,
That keeps me going now,
It's a question of lust,
That walks on by.

One of these mornings,
You're gonna wake up singing,
You'll open the window and go for a ride,
One sunny day,
You'll want to go swimming,
But all you'll find is concrete in your way.

There's a girl in a striped top,
Crossed black and white,
She looks more messed up than you,
What's on her mind?
Has she been swimming,
Or just fishing for compliments?
Either way, I could rest for a while,
So hush little baby,
Don't you cry.

I'll take the overland home,
On this hot, balmy night,
Write some poetry, catch the mood, bright, like a light,
I catch her eye, maybe she thinks I'm sleazy,
But summertime's here,
And the living is easy!