Текст (слова) песни: The Flaming Lips - Summertime Blues
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
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