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Well, there ain't no cureFor the summertime blues.Well, I'm gonna raise a fussAnd I'm gonna raise a hollerAbout workin' all summerJust to try to raise a dollarEverytime I call my babyJust to try to get a dateMy boss says "No, dice, sonYou gotta work late"Sometime I wonderWhat I'm gonnna doThere ain't no cureFor the summertime bluesWell, my mom and pop told meSon, you got to make some moneyIf you want to use the carto go a ridin' next SundayWell, I didn't go to workI told my boss I was sickNow, "You can't use the car'Cause you didn't work a lick"SongtexteSometime I wonderWhat I'm gonnna doThere ain't no cureFor the summertime bluesI'm Gonna take two weeksGonna have a fine vacationGonna take my problemTo the United NationsWell, I called my congressmanHe said quote "I''d love to help you, sonBut you're too young to vote"Sometime I wonderWhat I'm gonnna doThere ain't no cureFor the summertime blues... Aus Songtexte Mania