The strypes

Summertime blues

The strypes
I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
I call my baby, try to get a date
My boss says: No dice son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well, my mom and papa told me: Son, you gotta earn some money
If you want to use the car to go ridin' next sunday
Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick
Well, you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the united nations
I called my congressman and he said: Whoa!
I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

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