I'm a gonna raise a fuss
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I'm a gonna raise a holler
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about a workin' all summer
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just to try to earn a dollar
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ev'ry time I call my Baby
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try to get a date
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my Boss says
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No dice, Son,you gotta work late.
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
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but there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.
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A well my Mom 'n' Papa told me
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Son, you gotta make some money,
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if you wantta use the carto go a ridin' next Sunday,
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well
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I didn't go to work
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told the Boss I was sick
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Now you can't use the car,'cause you didn't work a lick.
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(I'm gonna) take two weeks
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gonna have a fine vacation
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I'm gonna take my problem
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to the United Nations !
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Well
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I called my Congressmen
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and he quote
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I'd like to help you, Son,but you're too young to vote.
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
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but there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.
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Summertime Blues
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| Motorhead |
