Well, I'm a'gonna raise a fuss,
 An' I'm a'gonna raise a holler.
 I've been working all summer
 Just to try and earn a dollar.
 Well I went to the boss
 Said I had a date
 My boss said "No dice, son, you gotta work late"

 Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do
 There ain't no cure for the summertime blues

 Well my mom 'n' 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
 "Now you can't use the car
 'cause you didn't work a lick."

 Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do
 Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

 Gonna take two weeks
 Gonna have a fine vacation
 Gonna take my problems
 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 I'm a'gonna do
 Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.