I'm going to raise a fuss, I'm going to raise a holler
About working all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, "No dice son, you got to work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and pop told me, "Son, you got to make some money
If you want to use the car to go riding next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Well you can't use the car because you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm going to take two weeks, going to have a fine vacation
I'm going to take my problem to the United Nations
Well I called my congressman and he said, "Whoa!"
"I'd like to help you, son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues