Joan Jett and The Blackhearts - Summertime Blues

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss and
I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just tryin'
To earn a dollar
Well, I went to my boss that governs me
He said "No, dice, bud
You gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm ever gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well, my mom and papa told me
"Now you better earn some money"
If one of you is gonna go ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
I told my boss I was sick he said
"You can't use the car 'cause
You didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm ever gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Gonna save two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well, I went to my Congressman
He sent me back a note
It said, "I'd like to help you, hon
But you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm ever gonna do
There ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Now there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Now there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues

Written by:
Eddie Cochran, Jerry Neal Capehart

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