Summertime, and the livin’ is easy . . .
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high . . .
Oh, your gonna be rich but your not there yet . . .
So, hush my friend, don’t you cry.
One of these mornings, you gonna rise up singing . . .
And spread your wings and you’ll take to the road,
Wander down to our office and say hi,
To talk about what you need before you cry . . .
One of these mornings, you gonna rise up singing . . .
To take to the tasks that need some time . . .
Planning for college, writing a budget, or to retire . . .
With your Accoutant standin’ by . . .
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy . . .
The fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high . . .
Oh, you’ll be rich some day, if you plan it right . . .
Or you might just cry . . .