Well my mom and pop 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 there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!"
"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
[E] [A] [B] [A] [E]
Well my baby's number one but I'm gonna dance with three or four
And the house'll be shakin' from my bare feet slapping the floor
When you hear that music you can't sit still
If your brother won't rock then your sister will.
Ooo C'mon everybody
Well we'll really have a party but we gotta put a guard outside
If the folks come home I'm afraid they gonna have my hide
There'll be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' 'round with the usual crewWho cares
C'mon everybody
CHORUS
So I walk 1, 2, flight 3 flight 4
5,6,7, flight 8 flight more
12 I'm startin' to drag
15th before I'm ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
Well she called me up on the telephone
Said 'come on over, honey.
I'm all alone.'I said baby your mighty sweet
But I'm in bed with a-achin' feet
This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn't stay away
CHORUS(Guitar break)
Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs
Till it's fixed I'm a-using the stairs
before it's too late. But my baby much to wait
All this clowin' was gettin' me down
They found my corpse draped over a rail
CHORUS
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