Camisa De Vênus - Summertime Blues Lyrics

I’m a gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a holler

About workin’ all the summer just to try to earn a dollar,

Every time I call my baby

And try to get a date,

My Boss says, "no dice, Son, you gotta work late"

Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do

But there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues

A well my Mom ‘n’ Papa told me,

"Son, you gotta make some money, if you wantta use the car

to go a ridin’ next Sun day",

Well, I didn’t go to work Told the Boss I was sick

"Now you can’t use the car ’cause you didn’t work a lick"

Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do

But there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues
I’m gonna take two weeks gonna have a fine vacation,

I’m gonna take my problem to the United Nations!
Well, I called my Congressman and He said ( quote)

"I’d like to help you, Son, but you’re too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do

But there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues