Lyrics:

One, two, three, four

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just tryin' to earn a dollar
Well, I tried to call my baby, tried to get a date
My boss said, 'No, dice, kid you gotta work late'

Sometime I wonder what I'm 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 want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick
'You can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick'

Sometime I wonder what I'm gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take two weeks, I'm gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well, I called my congressman, and he said quote
'I'd like to help you, son, but you're too young to vote'

Sometime I wonder what I'm gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues