Third Edition

I'm a gonna raise a fuss

I'm gonna raise a holler

Workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar

Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date

My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late

Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do

My mom an papa 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

Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick