Lyrics:

I'm a-gonna raise a fuss
I'm a-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
A-well, my mama and papa told me
'Son, you gotta make some money
And if you wanna use the car
To go a-ridin' next Sunday'
A-well, I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
'No, 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 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