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Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm a gonna raise a holler
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about a working all summer just to try and earn a dollar
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Well, I went to the boss, said I got a date
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The boss said "No Dice, son, you gotta work late"
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Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna do
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There ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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Well, my mom and poppa told me, "Son you gotta earn some money
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If you want to use the car to go out next Sunday
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Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick
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He said "You can't use the car cause you didn't work a lick"
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Sometimes I wonder, what am I gonna do
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There ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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Gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
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Gonna take my problems to the United Nations
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Well, I went to my congressman, 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 gonna do
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There ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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