 Album: Shake, Rattle & Roll [MCA] 1999
Track 12
Well, come on everybody, yep
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm-a gonna raise a holler
About-a workin' all summer
Just to try and earn a dollar
Well, Every time I call my baby
Try to get a date
My boss says Uh duh son
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 told me
Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go drivin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
So my pa said I was sick
You can't use the car
'Cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
l'm gonna take my problem
To the United Nation
Well, I called up my congressman
And he said boy
l'd like to help you son
But you're too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
het, het
Oh the summertime blues. yeah.. thank you...
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