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
Everytime I call my baby, just tryin' 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
Well my Mom And Poppa told me "Son you gotta earn some money
If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin' next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to work I 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
I'm gonna take two weeks for I have my vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations.
Well I told 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
Lord there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues
There ain't no cure...
