One of my favorite summer songs when I was growing up I thought was schlocky, even then. But there was so much to like, such as the way the singer said be-ah instead of bee-er, because he was taught, as I’ve heard from every choir director for decades, that the ending R sound is UGLY.
So since this is in the middle of a 3-day holiday weekend in the US, I’ll leave you with:
Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer – Nat King Cole
(and if that doesn’t work, try this)