I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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
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If you knew Peggy Sue, then you'd know why I feel blue
About Peggy, 'bout Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal, yes, I love you Peggy Sue
Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, Peggy Sue
Oh, my Peggy, my Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal, and I need you, Peggy Sue
I love you Peggy Sue, with a love so rare and true
Oh, Peggy, My Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal, yes, I want you, Peggy Sue
Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, Oh how my heart years for you
Oh, Pa-he-ggy, my Pa-he-ggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal, and I need you, Peggy Sue
Oh, well, I love you gal, yes, I want you, Peggy Sue
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