Summertime Blues

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