Sometimes you jus' feel like singing...

Wintertime
And the livin' is sneezy,
Gas is pumpin'
And the prices are high.
Oh yo' daddy's rich
An' yo' mama's good lookin'
So hush, little baby,
Don't you cry.

One of these mornin's,
You're gonna wake up seein'
Then you'll spread yo' wings
An' you'll find work in Italy.
But till that mornin',
The corruption won't harm you
With your Daddy in Moscow
An' mama tryin' to get by.

- Lyrics borrowed from George & Ira Gershwin, Heyward DuBose