Summertime Blues
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by Eddie Cochran and Jery Capehart

Gonna raise a fuss, gonna raise a holler,
about a workin' all summer, tryin' to earn a dollar,
oh well, I tried to call my baby, try to get a date,
the boss says "No dice, son, you gotta work late,"
sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do,
there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

I'm gonna take two weeks, have a fine vacation,
I'm gonna take my problems to the United Nations,
oh well, I told 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,
there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

My Pappa-Pappa told me "Son, you gotta make some money,
if you want to use the car to go riding next Sunday",
well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick,
"You can't get the car cause you didn't work a lick,"
sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do,
there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

Oh, no, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues ...
(repeat)