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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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Every time I call my baby,
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Try to get a date
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My boss says: No dice son,
You gotta work late
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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Well my mom 'n poppa told me:
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Son, you gotta make some money
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If you wanta use the car to
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Go a-ridin' next Sunday
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Well I didn't go to to work,
Told the boss I was sick
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"Now you can't use the car
'cause you didn't work a lick"
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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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 Congressman
And he said, quote:
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"I'd like to help you son,
But you're too young to vote"
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
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But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues