Текст (слова) песни: Beach Boys - Summertime Blues
I`m gonna raise a fuss, I`m gonna raise a holler About a workin` all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, and ask 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 mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin` next Sunday Well I didn`t go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well 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 the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I`m gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" "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
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