Robert Gordon - Summertime Blues lyrics

I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to
Try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
And ask to get a date
My boss says, "No dice son
You gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do

But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Well my mom and pop told me
"Son you gotta make some money"
If you want to use the car
To go ridin' next Sunday

Well I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
"Well you can't use the car 'cause
You didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
I'm gonna take the weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well I called my congressman
And he said "Whoa!"
"I'd like to help you son but
You're too young to vote"

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