Summertime Blues Lyrics

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm a, gonna raise a holler I've been workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, tried to make a date The 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 poppa told me Son, you gotta earn some money If you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday Well, I didn't go to work, I told the boss I was sick You can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/summertime-blues-lyrics-james-taylor.html ] But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take three 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 There ain't to cure for the summertime blues
Say the same thing, everyday, not going to work Doing nothing, no, no There ain't to cure for the summertime blues