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, Modassin, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Oh, well, my mom and papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go a-ridein' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
Oh, 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 or live
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 fun vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Oh, well, my mom and papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
Well, I called my congressman 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
Oh, well, my mom and papa told me, son, you gotta make some money

Oh, well, my mom and papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
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