Lyrics
I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm a-gonna raise a holler
Expressing frustration, planning to make a lot of noise and commotion
About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Complaining about working hard all summer for little pay
Every time I call my baby, try to get a date
Attempting to arrange a date with their significant other
My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late"
The boss refuses time off, insisting on working late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Feeling unsure about the situation and future
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No solution exists for the troubles faced during summertime
Well my mom and poppa told me, "Son you gotta make some money,
Parental advice emphasizing the need to earn money for privileges
If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
Planning to skip work to use the car for leisure
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
Calling in sick to avoid work
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Consequence of skipping work—denial of access to the car
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Feeling uncertain again about the situation
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Reiteration that there's no solution for these summertime difficulties
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
Planning a two-week vacation as a break from the troubles
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Jokingly planning to seek help from a global institution for personal problems
Well I called my congressman and he said "Whoa!...
Attempting to seek help from a political representative
I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote"
Being refused help because of age limitations in voting
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Continued uncertainty about the situation
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Reiterating the absence of a solution for summertime troubles
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