Summertime Blues

Eddie Crochan 1958

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Well, I´m gonna raise a fuss, I´m gonna raise a holler,
About a-working´ all summer just ti try to earn a dollar.
Well, every time 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
But there ain´t no cure for summertime blues.

Well, my Mom´n´Papa told me, "son, you gotta make some money,
If you wanna use the car to go ridin´next Sunday."
Well, I didn´t do to work, 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 a-gonna do
But there ain´t no cure for summertime blues.

I´m gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine 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
But there ain´t no cure for summertime blues.