I´m gonna raise a fuss
I´m gonna raise a holler
About workin´ all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
Try 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 mama and papa told me
"Son, you gotta make 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
"You can´t use the car
´Cuz 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
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´d like to help you, son
But you´re too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I´m-a gonna do
But there ain´t no cure
For the summertime blues