But there ain't no cure
'Cause you didn't work a lick

Sometimes I wonder
For the summertime blues
What I'm a gonna do?
Gonna have a fine vacation
To go ridin' next Sunday”
Well, time I called my baby

If you want to use the car
Try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son
Sometimes I wonder
“Son, you gotta make some money
About a working all summer
What I'm a gonna do

But you're too young to vote”
Just to try to earn a dollar
Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me
Sometimes I wonder
And he said, “Whoa
Well, I didn't go to work
What I'm a gonna do
Told the boss I was sick

For the summertime blues

Well, I called my congressman
But there ain't no cure
I'm gonna take two weeks
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues

I'm gonna take my problem
I'd like to help you son
To the United Nations

Well, you can't use the car
You gotta work late"