Summertime Blues

One, two, three, four

Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss

I'm gonna raise a holler

About a workin' 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 well my mom and pop told me

"Son, you gotta make some money"

If you wanna use the car

To go a ridin' next Sunday

Well I didn't go to work

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

But there ain't no cure

For the summertime blues

Let's go

I'm gonna take two weeks

Gonna have a fine vacation

I'm gonna 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"

Sometimes I wonder

What I'm a gonna do

But there ain't no cure

For the summertime blues

I say we don't do

For the summertime blues