Well, 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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But every time I call my baby
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Try'na get a date
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My boss says, "No dice, son,
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You gotta work a-late."
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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There ain't no cure for this summertime blues
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Well, my mom 'n' poppa told me,
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"Son, you gotta earn some money
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If you wanna use the car
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To go ridin' next Sunday."
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Well, 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
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'Cos you didn't work a lick!"
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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There ain't no cure for this summertime blues
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Well, 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, I called my congress man
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and he said - quote -,
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"I'd like to help ya son
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But ya're too young to vote"
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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There ain't no cure for this summertime blues
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Summertime Blues
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| The Who |
