Текст песни Beach Boys - Summertime Blues
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I`m gonna raise a fuss, I`m gonna raise a hollerAbout a workin` all summer just to try to earn a dollarEvery time I call my baby, and ask to get a dateMy boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late"Sometimes I wonder what I`m a gonna doBut there ain`t no cure for the summertime bluesWell my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money"If you want to use the car to go ridin` next SundayWell 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 doBut there ain`t no cure for the summertime bluesI`m gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacationI`m gonna take my problem to the United NationsWell 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 doBut there ain`t no cure for the summertime blues