IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME
In the good old summertime, in the good old summertime
Strollin’ through the shady lane, with your babe in mind
You hold her hand, and she holds yours
And that’s a very good sign
That’s she’s your tootsie-wootsie in
The good old summertime
There’s a time and a tune that we all wish are true
The good old summertime
With the birds in the trees and the cool-sensing breeze
The good old summertime
When the days are all over, a new one’s in clover
And the night is a beautiful lime
No trouble annoying, each one is enjoying
The good old summertime
In the good old summertime, in the good old summertime
Strollin’ through the shady lane, with your babe in mind
You hold her hand, and she holds yours
And that’s a very good sign
That’s she’s your tootsie-wootsie in
The good old summertime