Letras
Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
'Bout workin' all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well, I went to the boss
That took everything
But the boss said 'No dice, son
You gotta work late'
Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do
'Cause 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 riding next Sunday"
Well, I wouldn'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 am I gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem
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 am I gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues