I´m 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, and 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

Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money"
If you want to use the car to go ridin´ next Sunday
Well I didn´t go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Well 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

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