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Lord, I got to raise a fuss, Lord, I got to raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try and earn a dollar
Well, Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a date
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well, my mom and papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money"
"Well, if you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday"
Oh, Lord, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick, he said
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I've got to take three weeks, I've got to have a fun vacation
I've got to take my problem to the United Nations
I done told my congressman and he said quote, "Dig this, boy"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I've got to take three weeks, I've got to have a fun vacation
I've got to take my problem to the United Nations
I done told my congressman and he said quote, "Dig this, boy"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Whoa (no), there ain't no cure