Summertime Blues Songtext
von Buddy Holly

I′m a gonna raise a fuss, I'm a gonna raise a holler
Harder workin′ all summer just to trynna pull a dollar
Well, by time I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
'Cause there ain′t no cure for the summertime blues


Well, my mom an papa 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
Now you can′t use the car 'cause you didn′t work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
′Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I′m gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well, I called my congressman and he said quote
"I′d like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I′m a gonna do
'Cause there ain′t no cure for the summertime blues