[Verse 1]
I’m a-gonna raise a fuss
I’m a-gonna raise a holler
About working 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”
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[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder
What I’m a-gonna do
But there ain’t no cure
For the summertime blues
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[Verse 2]
Well, my mama and papa told me
“Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go a-riding next Sunday”
Well, I didn’t go to work
Told the boss I was sick
“Now you can’t use the car
‘Cause you didn’t work a lick”
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Chorus