Summertime Blues
I'm a gonna raise a fuss
I'm a gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Ev'ry 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.
A well my Mom '' Papa told me
Son, you gotta make some money,
If you wantta use the carto go a ridin' next Sunday,
Well
I didn't go to work
Told the Boss I was sick
Now you can't use the car, 'cause you didn't work a lick.
(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 Congressmen
And he 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.