Summertime Blues Lyrics

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss I'm gonna raise a holler About a working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar
Well, time I called 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
Oh, well my Mom and Poppa 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 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, “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