Summertime Blues Lyrics - Flaming Lips

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 

And ask her to date 

My boss says "Uh duh son you gotta work late" 

Sometimes I wonder 

What I'ma gonna do 

But there ain't no cure 

For the summertime blues 

Well my mama papa told me 

"Son, you gotta make some money" 

If you want to 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 

Cause you didn't work a lick" 

Sometimes I wonder what I'ma gonna do 

But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues 

I'm going to take your wish 

Gonna have a fine vacation 

I'm gonna take my problem 

Through the United Nations 

Well I called my congressman 

And he said to woe 

"I'd like to help you son 

But you're too young to vote" 

Sometimes I wonder what I'ma gonna do 

But there ain't no cure 

For the summertime blues