Joan Jett and the Blackhearts — Summertime Blues
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Summertime Blues Joan Jett and the Blackhearts02:17
Текст песни: Summertime Blues
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss And I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer Just tryin' to earn a dollar Well, I went to my boss That governs me He said "No, dice, bud You gotta work late!" Sometime I wonder What I'm ever gonna do Well there ain't 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 didn't go to work I told my boss I was sick He said, "You can't use the car 'Cause you didn't work a lick" Sometime I wonder What I'm ever gonna do Well there ain't 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, "I'd like to help you, hon But you're too young to vote" Sometime I wonder What I'm ever gonna do Now there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Now there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Now there ain't no cure For the summertime blues
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