Summertime Blues — текст песни (Rolling Stones)

I`m a gonna raise a fuss, I`m a-gonna raise a holler
About a-workin` all summer just a-trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, try to get a date
The boss says No dice son you gotta work a-late
Some times I wonder what I`m a gonna do
But there ain`t no cure for the Summertime Blues

Well my Mom and Pappa told me Son you gotta earn some
money
If you wanna use the car to go a riding next Sunday
Well I didn`t got 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 a gonna do
But there ain`t no cure for the Summertime Blues

It`s gonna take two weeks for I have my vacation,
I`m gonna take my problem to the United Nations.
Well I told my congress man 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,
But there ain`t no cure for the Summertime Blues