Summertime Blues

I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a holler,
About a workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollar.
Every time I call my baby, and 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 mom and pop told me, « Son you gotta make some money,
If you want to use the car to go ridin’ next Sunday ».
Well I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sick,
« Well 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 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.