Summertime Blues Paroles

Paroles de Summertime Blues

I'm gonna raise a fussI'm gonna raise a hollerAbout workin' all summerJust-a trying to earn a dollarEvery time I call my babyAnd ask her to dateMy boss says "Uh duh son you gotta work late"Sometimes I wonderWhat I'm-a gonna doBut there ain't no cureFor the summertime bluesI'm going to take your wishHave a fine vacationl'm gonna take my problemTo the United NationsWell I called my congressmanAnd he said to woe"l'd like to help you sonBut you're too young to vote"Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna doBut there ain't no cureFor the summertime bluesWell my mama papa told me"Son, you gotta make some money"If you wanna use the carTo go ridin' next SundayWell, I didn't go to workSo my pa said I was sick"You can't get the car'Cuz you didn't work late"Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna doBut there ain't no cure for the summertime blues