Lyrics:

I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler

About a-workin' all summer just-a tryin' 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

Oh, well, my mom and papa told me 'Son, you gotta make some money'
If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin' next Sunday
Oh, well, I didn't go to work told the boss I was sick
'Uh, 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
Oh, 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