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
said "Please don't go" but he said "If I don't I'll never rest" It wasn't always easy, some of the boys died Johnny wrote her letters but he received
Dans mon livre a moe Ca va fesser La gang, s'en va chez Stan On va chauffer la cabane avec - le Boys Blues Band Blues Band Le Boys Blues Band Le Boys Blues
Two little boys, two little toys Each was a wooden horse. Gaily they played, each summer's day Soldier boys, of course. One little chap, he had a mishap
We can't just go this far I'll take out his wife Oh baby his creature follows Dumb boys are too refined Whoa baby that's in tomorrow Boys can't be hit
Ah, keep your eyes on the road Your hands upon the wheel Your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse Gonna have a real good time Yeah
[1] God morning foreman?. Good morning boss?. Do you need another mule skinner With a blacksnake whip to toss?. Yodel lay hee, hee hee a hee hee hee
[1] God morning foreman?. Good morning boss?.. Do you need another mule skinner With a blacksnake whip to toss?. Yodel lay hee, hee hee a hee hee ee
blues Well, I got the city boy blues Well, I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues Hey, I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to
I've been making And tragedies we're facing... So tell me can money buy your point of view? Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues The things that
Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse and
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
She said, "Please don't go" But he said, "If I don't I'll never rest" It wasn't always easy Some of the boys died Johnny wrote her letters But he received
again Just like a pig before he gave his all that aloha I'm in the pen Got those beach boy blues Don't the time go slow Lonely beach boy blues Only
The boys who kiss and bite They are the brilliant ones who speak and write With silver luck They sing in clever tongues Oh, while my knees go weak to
"Please don't go" but he said "If I don't I'll never rest" It wasn't always easy, some of the boys died Johnny wrote her letters but he received no
, 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
Traduzione: Beach Boys \u0026amp; Fat Boys. Summertime Blues.
