Flaming Lips - Summertime Blues

I'm gonna raise a fuss

I'm gonna raise a holler

About workin' all summer

Just-a trying to earn a dollar



Every time I call my baby

And ask her to date

My boss says, "Uh duh, son

You gotta work late"



Sometimes I wonder

What I'ma gonna do

But there ain't no cure

For the summertime blues



Well my mama, papa told me

"Son, you gotta make some money

If you wanna use the car

To go ridin' next Sunday”



Well, I didn't go to work

So my pa said I was sick

"You can't use the car

'Coz you didn't work a lick"



Sometimes I wonder

What I'ma gonna do

But there ain't no cure

For the summertime blues



I'm going to take your wish

Gonna have a fine vacation

I'm gonna take my problem

Through the United Nations



Well I called my congressman

And he said to woe

"l'd like to help you, son

But you're too young to vote"



Sometimes I wonder

What I'ma gonna do

But there ain't no cure

For the summertime blues

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