Summertime Blues – Eddie Cochran – letras

I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a hollerAbout a workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollarEvery time I call my baby, and ask to get a dateMy boss says, « No dice son, you gotta work late »Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime bluesWell my mom and pop told me, « Son you gotta make some money »If you want to use the car to go ridin’ next SundayWell I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sick »Well you can’t use the car ’cause you didn’t work a lick »Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime bluesI’m gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacationI’m gonna take my problem to the United NationsWell I called my congressman and he said « Whoa! » »I’d like to help you son but you’re too young to vote »Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues