Joan Jet & The Blackhearts - Summertime Blues | Текст песни

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• Joan Jet & The Blackhearts
• 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, try 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 poppa 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 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 I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues