I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About working all summer, just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call 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, and my momma 'n' papa told me: "Son, you gotta make some money If you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday" Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick (No, 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 up 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 But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues