Summertime Blues

Im gonna raise a fuss, Im 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 Im a gonna do
But there aint 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 didnt go to work, told the boss I was sick
Well you cant use the car cause you didnt work a lick
Sometimes, I wonder what Im a gonna do
But there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Im gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
Im gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well, I called my congressman and he said, 'Whoa
Id like to help you, son, but youre too young to vote'
Sometimes, I wonder what Im a gonna do
But there aint no cure for the summertime blues