In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling through the shady lanes
With your baby, mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsy-wootsy in
A good old summertime
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling through a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand
And he holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsy-wootsy
In the good old summertime