[Verse 1]
Well, I'm going to raise a fuss, I'm a, going to raise a holler
I've been working all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, tried to make a date
The boss says, "No dice son, you got to work late"
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
[Verse 2]
Well, my mom and poppa told me
Son, you got to 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
You can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm going to take three weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I'm going to 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"
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Say the same thing, everyday, not going to work
Doing nothing, no, no
There ain't to cure for the summertime blues
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