Lyrics:

Well, Lord, I got to raise a fuss, Lord, I got to raise a holler
About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Well, Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a date

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well, my mom and papa told me, 'Son, you got to make some money'
'Well, if you wanna use the car to go a ridin' next Sunday'
Oh, Lord, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick, said

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I've got to take three weeks, I've got to have a fine vacation
I got to take my problem to the United Nations
I done told my Congressman and he said quote, 'Dig this boy'

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues


Oh!

I've got to take three weeks, I've got to have a fine vacation
I got to take my problem to the United Nations
I done told my Congressman and he said quote, 'Dig this boy'

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Whoa, there ain't no cure