Lyrics:

Well, let's rock it now
Well, I'm a-gonna raise a fuss
I'm a-gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, tryin' to get a date
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
Well, my mom and papa told me
"Son, you gotta make some money
If you want to 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 '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
Yeah
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 congressman and he said, quote
"I would like to help you son, but you're to young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah
I said, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah