There’s a time of the year
That we all hold dear
Good old summertime
(summertime)
With the birds and the bees’s
And flowering trees’s
Good old summertime
(summertime)

How I love that summertime
That good old summertime
Strolling through the shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand
and she holds yours
That’s a very good sign
That she will be your tootsie
In the good old summertime

How I love the time of year
When all the flowers appear
And in the good old summertime
The birds are always singing
How I love them singing
In the good old summertime

There’ll be lots of fun
For each and everyone
When you picnic
in the  park
You go around
with the girl and
Knowin’ you won’t come
Home until it’s dark

And every single night
The moon shines so bright
You think it’s just a big balloon
And every star up in the sky
Will wink his eye as you
Walk through the month June

So get yourself a girl
A very special girl
And tell her
she’s your baby mine
And you know
She can’t resist you
After she has kissed you
In the good old summertime

Oh how I love that summertime
That good old summertime
That summertime

Oh how I love that summertime
That good old summertime