[From a buddy of mine. Jan]
Summertime, and the throwin’ is easy
Whites are jumpin’ and the coloreds are high
Oh, the Jews are rich and your sister’s good-lookin’
So hush, little doofus, don’t you cry.
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up cringing
And you’ll spread your legs and you’ll take to the gay
Till that morning, there ain’t nothin’ that can save you
With daddy and mammy masked in the hay.