Summertime Blues Songtext
von Marcelo Nova

I′m gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About working all summer just to try 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 gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues


Well, my mom and papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go out riding 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 lick"

Sometimes I wonder what I′m 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 the hell I'm gonna do
But there ain′t no cure for the summertime blues


Oh, there ain′t no cure for the summertime blues
Oh, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues