I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler About workin' every summer just to try to make a dollar Every time I call my baby to try to get a date My boss says; "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 My mama papa told me; "Boy, you gotta make some money If you wanna use the car to go a-ridin' next Sunday" Well, I didn't go to work I told the boss I was sick He said; "I can't help you, 'cause you didn't get a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm-a gonna do There ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm a taking two weeks gonna have a fine vacation And taking all of my problem to the United Nations You know I called up my congressman and he said, quote: "I'd like to help you, boy, but you're too dumb to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm-a gonna do There ain't no cure for the summertime blues