Lyrics compiled by Matt Taylor
Well my mama papa told me
"Son, you gotta make some money"
If you wanna use the car
To go ridin' next Sunday
Well, I didn't go to work
So my pa said I was sick
"You can't use the car
'Cuz you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm going to take your wish
Gonna have a fine vacation
l'm gonna take my problem
Through the United Nations
Well I called my congressman
And he said to woe
"l'd like to help you son
But you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what l'm-a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues