Summertime Blues Songtext

Well, I'm a'gonna raise a fuss, An' I'm a'gonna raise a holler I've been working all summer Just to try and earn a dollar Well I went to the boss Said I had a date The boss said "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 Well my mom and poppa told me "Son you gotta earn some money, If you want to use the car To go out next Sunday." Well I didn't go to work I told the boss I was sick He said "You can't use the car 'Cause you didn't work a lick." Sometimes I wonder what I'm a'gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues. Gonna take two weeks Gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problems To the United Nations Well I went to my congressman 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 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.