[Originally by Eddie Cochran]

Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss

I'm gonna raise a holler
About a working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar

Well, time I called 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

But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues


Oh, well my Mom and Poppa 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 two 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