[Verse 1]
Well, I'm going to raise a fuss
I'm going to 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 got to work late
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Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a going to do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
[Verse 2]
Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me, son
You got to make some money
If you want to use the car
To go riding next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
Well you can't use the car
Because you didn't work a lick
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm going to take two weeks
Going to have a fine vacation
I'm going to 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
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