joan jett the blackhearts - summertime blues lyrics
well, i? m gonna raise a fuss
and i? m gonna raise a holler
about workin? all summer
just tryin? to earn a dollar
well, i went to my boss
who governs me
he said, “no, dice, bud
you gotta work late”
sometime i wonder
what i? m gonna do
there ain? t no cure
for the summertime blues
well, my mom and papa told me
now you better earn some money
if one of you is gonna go
ridin? next sunday
well, i didn? t go to work
i told my boss i was sick
he said, “you can? t use the car
? cause you didn? t work a lick”
sometime i wonder
what i? m gonna do
there ain? t no cure
for the summertime blues
gonna save two weeks
gonna have a fine vacation
gonna take my problem
to the united nations
well, i went to my congressman
he sent me back a note
it said, “i’d like to help you, hon
but you? re too young to vote”
sometime i wonder
what i? m gonna do
there ain? t no cure
for the summertime blues
now there ain’t no cure
for the summertime blues
now there ain’t no cure
for the summertime blues
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