Lyrics: Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M. G. All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L. B. C. Me, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder Me and my girl, we got this relationship I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit On lock-down like a penitentiary She spreads her lovin' all over And when she gets home, there's none left for me Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M. G. All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L. B. C. Me, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder Oh, take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will, some day, rise So, what am I gonna be doin' for a while? Said, I'm gonna play with myself Show them, now, we've come off the shelf Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M. G. All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L. B. C. Me, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely The tension, it's getting hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater Summertime Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M. G. All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L. B. C. Me, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
