Charlie Parker for Lovers

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'l

Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But even when you run the table The check still seems small When it's your last payday The shallow pocket change