Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm a, gonna raise a holler   I've been workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar   Every time I call my baby, tried to make a date   The 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 riding next Sunday   Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick   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 three 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   There ain't to cure for the summertime blues      Say the same thing, everyday, not going to work   Doing nothing, no, no   There ain't to cure for the summertime blues