Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - Summertime Blues Тексты

(eddie cochran)

Well Im gonna raise a fuss
And Im gonna raise a holler
About workin all summer
Just tryin to earn a dollar
Well, I went to my boss
Who governs me
He said, no, dice, bud
You gotta work late

Sometime I wonder
What Im gonnna do
There aint 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 didnt go to work
I told my boss I was sick
He said, you cant use the car
cause you didnt work a lick

Sometime I wonder
What Im gonnna do
There aint 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, id like to help you, hon
But youre too young to vote

Sometime I wonder
What Im gonnna do
There aint no cure
For the summertime blues

Now there aint no cure
For the summertime blues
Now there aint no cure
For the summertime blues