Текст (слова) песни: Rolling Stones - Summertime Blues
I`m a gonna raise a fuss, I`m a-gonna raise a holler About a-workin` all summer just a-trying to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, try to get a date The boss says "No dice son you gotta work a-late" Some times I wonder what I`m a gonna do But there ain`t no cure for the Summertime Blues
Well my Mom and Pappa told me "Son you gotta earn some money If you wanna use the car to go a riding next Sunday" Well I didn`t got 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 a gonna do But there ain`t no cure for the Summertime Blues
It`s gonna take two weeks for I have my vacation, I`m gonna take my problem to the United Nations. Well I told my congress man 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, But there ain`t no cure for the Summertime Blues
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