Lyrics:

Well, I'm a-gonna raise a fuss I'm a-gonna raise a holler About a-workin' all summer Just to try to earn a dollar But every time I call my baby Try'n to get a date My boss says, 'No dice, son You gotta work a-late' Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do There ain't no cure for this summertime blues Well, my mom 'n' poppa told me 'Son, you gotta earn 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 'Now you can't use the car 'Cos you didn't work a lick!' Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do There ain't no cure for this summertime blues Well, 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 congress man and he said, quote 'I'd like to help ya son But you're too young to vote' Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do There ain't no cure for this summertime blues