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Tempo: 150 BPM
Tracks: 3
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Bars: 82

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Let's rock it now

Well, I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, tryin' to get a date
The boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well, my mom and pop a-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
Well, you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
But their 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, 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
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues, yeah

I said there ain't no cure for the summertime blues, yeah