I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a hollerAbout a workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollarEvery time I call my baby, and ask to get a dateMy boss says, no dice son, you gotta work lateSometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime bluesWell my mom and pop told me, son you gotta make some moneyIf you want to use the car to go ridin’ next sundayWell I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sickWell you can’t use the car ’cause you didn’t work a lickSometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime bluesI’m gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacationI’m gonna take my problem to the united nationsWell I called my congressman and he said whoa!I’d like to help you son but you’re too young to voteSometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
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Summertime Blues Lyrics

Beach Boys – Summertime Blues Lyrics

Songwriters: COCHRAN, EDDIE/CAPEHART, JERRY NEAL
Summertime Blues lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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