I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
Try 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 mama and papa told me
Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
You can't use the car 'cos 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 two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well, I called my congressman
And he said, quote:
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
