I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm 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 pop told me, "son, you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well, you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well, I called my congressman and he said "whoa!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Written by: EDDIE COCHRAN, JERRY NEAL CAPEHART
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