WintertimeAnd the livin' is sneezy,Gas is pumpin'And the prices are high.Oh yo' daddy's richAn' yo' mama's good lookin'So hush, little baby,Don't you cry.One of these mornin's,You'll open your eyes up seein'Then you'll spread yo' wingsAn' you'll take to the sky.But till that mornin',The corruption can't harm youWith your Daddy in MoscowAn' mama tryin' to get by.- Lyrics borrowed from George & Ira Gershwin, Heyward DuBose