E E A B7* E x2 E E I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, A E E A B7 E I'm a-gonna raise a holler E About a-workin' all summer, A E E A B7 E just to -try to earn a dollar A Every time I call my baby, try to get a date E My boss says: No dice son, you gotta work late A Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do E But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues E A B7 E x2 E Well my mom 'n poppa told me: A E E A B7 E Son, you gotta make some money E If you wanta use the car A E E A B7 E to go a-ridin' next Sunday A Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick E "Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" A Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do E But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues E A B7 E x2 E I'm gonna take two weeks, A E E A B7 E gonna have a fine vacation E I'm gonna take my problem A E E A B7 E to the United Nations A Well I called my Congressman and he said, quote: E "I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote" A Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do E But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues E A B7 E x3
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