Well, I'm a'gonna raise a fussI'm a'gonna raise a holler
I've been working all summerJust to try and earn a dollar
Well went to the boss(Said girl for a date??)The boss said "No dice, son, you gotta work late"Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna doThere ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and poppa told me"Son you gotta earn some moneyIf you wanna use the carTo go ridin' next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to workI told the boss I was sickHe said "You can't use the car'cause you didn't work a lick"Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna doThere ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Gonna take two weeksGonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problemTo the United Nations
Well I went to my congressmanHe said, quote: "I'd like to help you sonBut you're too young to vote"Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna doThere ain't no cure for the summertime blues