There's a time in each year that we always hold dear, the good old summer time; With the birds and the treeses and sweet-scented breezes, In the good old summer time. When your day's work is over then you are in clover, And life is one beautiful rhyme, No trouble annoying each one is enjoying, The good old summer time.
In the good old summertime, in the good old summertime. Strolling through the shady lanes with my baby mine. You hold her hand, and she holds yours, and that's a very good sign. She will be your tootsie wootsie, in the good old summertime.