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
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


Well my mom and poppa told me: Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanta use the car to go a-ridin' next Sunday
Well I didn't go to to work, told the boss I was sick

Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work all day

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