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
