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I'm gonna raise a fuss, i'm a-gonna raise a holler
about workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
every time i called baby just to try to get a date
the boss says "no dice 'cause you gotta work late"
sometimes i wonder what i'm a-gonna do
but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
Well my mom and pop they told "son you got to earn some money
if you want to use the car to go drivin' next sunday"
well i didn't go to work i told the boss i was sick
"now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
sometimes i wonder what i'm gonna do
cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
I'm gonna take three weeks i'm gonna have my vacation
i'm gonna take my problem to the united nations
well i called my congressman and he said quote
"i'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote"
sometimes i wonder what i'm a-gonna do
lord there ain't no cure for the summetime blues.