I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler About a workin' old summer just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby, try to get a date My boss says, Moe Dyson, 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 papa told me, son, you gotta make some money If you wanna use the car, to go a-ridin' next Sunday Well, I didn't go to work for the boss, I was sick Well, you can't use a car cause you didn't work all day 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, Moe I'd like to help you, son, but you're too young and old Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues