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The Beach Boys - Summertime Blues lyrics

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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
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Author: Eddie Cochran & Jerry Capehart, Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart, E. Cochran, J. Capehart

Composer: Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart

Publisher: Underground Inside Records

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Released in: 1963

Language: English

Appearing on: Greatest Surfing Songs (1997) , Surfin' Safari (1962)

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