(cochran/capeheart)I’m a gonna raise a fuss, I’m a-gonna raise a hollerAbout a-workin’ all summer just a-trying to earn a dollarEvery time I call my baby, try to get a dateThe boss says no dice son you gotta work a-lateSome times I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime bluesWell my mom and pappa told me son you gotta earn someMoneyIf you wanna use the car to go a riding next sundayWell I didn’t got to work told the boss I was sickNow you can’t use the car cause you didn’t work a lickSometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna doBut there ain’t no cure for the summertime bluesIt’s gonna take two weeks for I have my vacation,I’m gonna take my problem to the united nations.Well I told my congress man and he said, quote:I’d like to help you son but you’re too young to voteSometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do,But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues