Well I'm gonna raise a fuss And I'm gonna raise a holler About working all summer Just trying to earn a dollar Well, I went to my boss Who governs me He said, "no, dice, bud You gotta work late"
[Chorus] Sometime I wonder What I'm gonna do There ain't no cure For the summertime blues
Well, my mom and papa told me Now you better earn some money If one of you is gonna go Riding next Sunday Well, I didn't go to work I told my boss I was sick He said, "you can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick"
Gonna save two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problem To the united nations Well, I went to my congressman He sent me back a note It said, "I''d like to help you, hon But you're too young to vote"
Now there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Now there ain't no cure For the summertime blues