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I'm a-gonna raise a fuss
I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar

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 the summertime blues

Well my mama and papa told me:
"Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go a-ridin' next Sunday"

Well, I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick:
"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 the 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 the summertime blues

I'm a-gonna raise a fuss
I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar

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 the summertime blues

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