I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, try to get a date My boss says "No dice son, you gotta work late" * Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and poppa told me "Son, you gotta make some money" If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" * repeat I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problems 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"