Summertime Blues (live) Lyrics

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
ev'ry time I call my Baby
try to get a date
my Boss says
No dice, Son, you gotta work late.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
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 Sunday.
well I wouldn't go to work I 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
There ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

Gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations!
Well I went to my congressman
He said, Boy
I'd like to help you, Son, but you're too young to vote.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
There ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.