Summertime Blues Lyrics

Summertime Blues lyrics

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 ask 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 the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation 

 I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations 

 Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!" 

 "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