[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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]