Lyrics:

Well, I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler
I've been working all summer just to try and earn a dollar
Well, I went to the boss, got to cover a date
But the boss said, '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 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, yeah
'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 went to 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

Summertime blues
Yeah, the summertime blues