Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm a gonna raise a holler
'Bout workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Well, I went to the boss to let me go for a date
The boss said 'no dice, son, you gotta work late'
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
There ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues
Well, my Mom and Poppa told me 'son, you gotta earn some money
If you want to use the car to go riding next Sunday
Well, I wouldn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick
He said 'you can't use the car 'cos you didn't work a lick'
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