Summertime Blues

I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About working all summer, just to try 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

Oh, and my momma 'n' papa told me: "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday"

Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
(No, 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, gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations

Well, I called up 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