Summertime Blues

Well, I'm a-gon-na raise a fuss. I'm a-gon-na raise a hol- ler. 'Bout a-wor-kin' all sum-mer just to try and earn a dol- lar. Well, I went to the boss, said, "It's my first date." The boss said, "No dice, son, you got-ta work late." Some-times I won-der, I'm a-gon-na do. There ain't no cure for the sum-mer time blues. Well, my mom an' pa-pa told me, "Son, you got-ta earn some mo -ney, if you wan-na use the car to go a-ri-din' next Sun- day." Well, I woul-d'nt go to work. I told the boss I was sick. He said, "Can't use the car 'cause you di-dn't work a lick." Some-times I won-der, I'm a-gon-na do. There ain't no cure for the Sum-mer time blues. Gon-na take two weeks, gon-na have a fine va-ca- tion. Gon-na take my prob-lem to the U-ni-ted Na- tions. Well, I went to my Con-gress-man. He said, quote, "I'd a-help you, son, but you're too young to vote." Some-times I won-der what I'm a-gon-na do. There ain't no cure for the sum-mer time blues.