Summertime Blues — текст песни (Beach Boys)

I`m gonna raise a fuss, I`m gonna raise a holler
About a workin` all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, No dice son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I`m a gonna do
But there ain`t no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom and pop told me, Son you gotta make some money
If you want to use the car to go ridin` next Sunday
Well 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 do
But there ain`t no cure for the summertime blues

I`m gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I`m gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well 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 do
But there ain`t no cure for the summertime blues