Summertime Blues sing and play along

I'm agonna raise a fuss, I'm agonna raise a holler,

about aworkin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar.

Ev'ry time I call my baby,

try to get a date, my boss says,

"No dice, son, you gotta work late."

Sometimes I wonder what I'm agonna do,

but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

Awell, my Mom 'n' Papa told me,

"Son, you gotta make some money

I'm if you wanna use the car to go aridin' next ed Sunday."

Well, I didn't go to work,

gress told the boss I was sick,

"Now you like to help you,

car 'cause you too young work to lick."

Sometimes I wonder what I'm agonna do,

but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

I'm gonna take 'n' two pa weeks,

me, gonna have a fine vacation.

I'm gonna take na my the problem to the Uin' nit ed Nations!

Well, I called n't my to Con gressman and he I said,

quote, "I'd you like to help you,

Son, but you're too young work to vote!"

Sometimes I wonder what I'm agonna do,

but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

I'm gonna