Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
'Bout workin' all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well, I went to the bossman
Tried to get a break
The boss said 'No dice, son,
You gotta work late'

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
'Cos there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

Well, my Mom and Poppa told me
Son, you gotta earn some money
If you want to 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'
'Cos you didn't work a lick'

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
'Cos there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

Gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well I went to my congressman
He said 'quote'
'I'd like to help you son,
But you're too young to vote'

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
'Cos there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

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