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 week, 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!
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow
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!
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Ad lib
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 week, 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!
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow
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!
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow
Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Waha, wow... Ad lib
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Capehart, Eddie Cochran
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