Summertime Blues Lyrics

Words & Music by Cochran/Capeheart
Recorded by T. Rex, 1970

Well, 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.
Well I tried to call my baby,
Tried to get a date.
My boss says, "No dice, kid,

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 'n' 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,
I told the boss I was sick -
"You can't use the car
'Cos 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,
I'm gonna have a fine vacation.
I'm gonna take my problem,
To the United Nations.
Well, I called my congress man
And he said - quote -,
He said: "I'd like to help ya son
But ya're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do,
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.