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Wilson Brian Brian Wilson Reimagines Gershwin

Summertime, and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin', and the Cotton is high. Oh, your Daddy's rich, and your Mama's good-lookin'. so hush little baby

The way you wear your hat The way you sip your tea The memory of all that No no, they can't take that away from me The way your smile just beats The

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'* And nuttin's plenty for me I got no car, got no mule I got no misery De folks wid plenty o' plenty Got a lock on de door

I loves you, Porgy Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me And drive me mad If you can keep me I wanna stay here with you forever And I'll be glad

It ain't necessarily so It ain't necessarily so De things dat yo' liable to read in de Bible It ain't necessarily so Li'l David was small but oh my

She?s got a way of easing my mind Looks in my eyes and everything?s fine We connect without any words My smile is hers She shows me the art of how to

[Instrumental]

Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note Though by tomorrow you're gone The song has ended but as the song writer wrote The melody lingers on They may

You reached into my heart And found the music of my soul The melodies unfold For you I've never danced before Until you asked me Then magic lights