Текстове на песни: Eddie Cochran. Summertime Blues.

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 week, 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!