You gotta work late"
For the summertime blues
Well, I called my congressman
Told the boss I was sick
Well, you can't use the car
Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me
For the summertime blues
But there ain't no cure
To go ridin' next Sunday”
Well, time I called my baby
If you want to use the car
Well, I didn't go to work
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do?
I'd like to help you son
I'm gonna take two weeks
And he said, “Whoa
Sometimes I wonder
Just to try to earn a dollar
What I'm a gonna do
What I'm a gonna do
To the United Nations
Try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son
But you're too young to vote”
'Cause you didn't work a lick
Gonna have a fine vacation
About a working all summer
Sometimes I wonder
But there ain't no cure
I'm gonna take my problem
“Son, you gotta make some money
But there ain't no cure
