Summertime Blues Songtext
von Peter Kraus

I′m gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin′ all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call 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


Well my mama and 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
Told the boss I was sick
"You can't use the car
′Cuz 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, quote:
"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