Summertime Blues

I'm going to raise a fuss I'm going to raise a holler About working all summer Just-a trying to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby And ask her to date My boss says, "Uh-uh son, you got to work late" Sometimes I wonder What I'm-a going to do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Well my mama, papa told me "Son, you got to make some money If you want to use the car To go riding next Sunday" Well, I didn't go to work So my pa said I was sick "You can't use the car Because you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a going to do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues I'm going to take your wish Going to have a fine vacation l'm going to take my problem Through the United Nations Well, I called my congressman And he said to woe "l'd like to help you, son But you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a going to do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues