[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