Intro :        (x2) I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler               About a-worki'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 (x2) Well my mom and poppa told me : Son, you gotta make some  money              If you wanta use the car to go a-ridin'next Sunday                  Well I didn't go to 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 (x2) 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, quote : 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 (x2)