Summertime Blues Songtext

von Puhdys

I'm a gonna raise a fuss. I'm a-gonna raise a holler.
About a-workin'all summer just a-trying to earn a dollar.
Every time I call my baby, try to get a date.
The boss says "No dice son you gotta work a-late."
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do.
But there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

Well my Mom and Pappa told me "Son you gotta earn some money. If you wanna use the car to go a riding next Sunday."
Well I didn't got to work told the boss I was sick.
"Now 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.

It's gonna take two weeks for I have my vacation,
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations.
Well I told my congress man and 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,
But there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.