Summertime Blues Lyrics

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts Summertime Blues

Well, I?m gonna raise a fuss
And I?m gonna raise a holler
About workin? all summer
Just tryin? to earn a dollar

Well, I went to my boss
Who governs me
He said, "No, dice, bud
You gotta work late"

Sometime I wonder
What I?m gonna do
There ain?t no cure
For the summertime blues

Well, my mom and papa told me
Now you better earn some money
If one of you is gonna go
Ridin? next Sunday

Well, I didn?t go to work
I told my boss I was sick
He said, "You can?t use the car
?Cause you didn?t work a lick"

Sometime I wonder
What I?m gonna do
There ain?t no cure
For the summertime blues

Gonna save two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem
To the United Nations

Well, I went to my Congressman
He sent me back a note
It said, "I'd like to help you, hon
But you?re too young to vote"

Sometime I wonder
What I?m gonna do
There ain?t no cure
For the summertime blues

Now there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Now there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues