I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Well one time I called my baby, tried 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
Oh well my main and papa told me Son you gotta make some money If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a-late 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 congresman 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 bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
