Текст (слова) песни: Joan Jett And The Blackhearts - Summertime Blues
(Eddie Cochran)
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 gonnna 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 gonnna 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 gonnna 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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