Letra de Summertime Blues

I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all the summer just to try to earn a dollar, Every time I call my baby And try to get a date, My Boss says, "no dice, Son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do But there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues A well my Mom 'n' Papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money, if you wantta use the car to go a ridin' next Sun day", Well, I didn't go 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 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 ( quote) "I'd like to help you, Son, but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do But there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues