Summertime Blues — текст песни (Flaming Lips, The)

I`m gonna raise a fuss
I`m gonna raise a holler
About workin` all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
And ask her to date
My boss says Uh duh 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 mama papa told me
Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go ridin` next Sunday
Well, I didn`t go to work
So my pa said I was sick
You can`t use the car
`Cuz you didn`t work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what l`m-a gonna do
But there ain`t no cure for the summertime blues

I`m going to take your wish
Gonna have a fine vacation
l`m gonna take my problem
Through the United Nations
Well I called my congressman
And he said to woe
l`d like to help you son
But you`re too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder what l`m-a gonna do
But there ain`t no cure
For the summertime blues