Summertime Blues

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...