Summertime
And the living's not easy
Fish are dying
The bills are still high
Daddy's rich (ahem)
Your mamma's on benefits
Hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these days
You'll go stay with your daddy
He'll spend money on you
Take you up to the sky
Your mamma, she simply loves you
Hush little baby
You'll be fine
(Stigmum thanks Ella Fitzgerald, you da best Bess!)
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