Tekstovi: James Taylor. Covers. Summertime Blues.

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm a, gonna raise a holler
I've been workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, tried to make a date
The 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 poppa told me
Son, you gotta earn some money
If you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick
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 three weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
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
There ain't to cure for the summertime blues

Say the same thing, everyday, not going to work
Doing nothing, no, no
There ain't to cure for the summertime blues