I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
About working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
Try to get a date
My boss says
"No dice son you gotta work late"

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Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues

Oh my momma, papa told me
Son you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go riding next Sunday
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"

I'm gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well I called up my congressman
And he said, quote
"I'd like to help you son
But you're too young to vote"