A Song Without Music Is

Summertime And The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin', And The Cotton Is High.

If I'm A Guy Who Doesn't Seem So Merry, It's Just Because I'm So Misunderstood. When I Was Young I Ate A Dictionary, And That Did Not Do Me A Bit Of Good. For I've Absorbed So Many Words And Phrases— They Drive Me Dizzy When I Want To Speak. I Start Explaining But Each Person Gazes As If I Spoke In Latin Or In Greek.

I'm Bidin' My Time, 'cause That's The Kinda Guy I'm.

In Time The Rockies May Crumble, Gibraltar May Tumble.

Deep, Unspeakable Suffering May Well Be Called A Baptism, A Regeneration, The Initiation Into A New State.