I'm a -gonna raise a fuss,
I'm a -gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer,
just to try to earn a dollar
If the dollar on my baby's
tryin' to get a date
My boss says, no, my son,
you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
But there ain't no cure
for the summertime blues
Well, my mama and papa told me,
make some money
Well, if you want to use the car
to go riding next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work,
told the boss I was sick
Well, you can't use the car course,
it isn't worth a lick
And sometimes I wonder
what I'm gonna do
Ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Oh, the summertime blues
Now they're gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vaca
tion
They're gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well, I called my congressman and he said,
Whoa, I'd like to help you,
but you're too young to vote.
And sometimes I wonder
what I'm gonna do,
But there ain't no cure
for the summertime blues.