Summertime Blues Songtext / Lyric

I'm gonna raise a fuss

I'm gonna raise a holler

About workin' all summer

Just-a trying 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 mama and papa told me

"Son, you gotta make some money

If you wanna use the car

To go ridin' next Sunday"

Well, I didn't go to work

Told the boss I was sick

"You can't use the car

'Cuz 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