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Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm a gonna raise a hollerI've been working all summer just to try and earn a dollarWell, I went to the boss, said I got a dateThe boss said "No Dice, son, you gotta work late"Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna doThere ain't no cure for the summertime bluesWell, my mom and poppa told me, "Son you gotta earn some moneyIf you want to use the car to go out next Sunday"Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sickHe said "You can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna doThere ain't no cure for the summertime bluesGonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacationGonna take my problems to the United NationsWell, I went to my congressman, he said, quote"I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote"Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna doThere ain't no cure for the summertime blues From Letras Mania