Well, it’s time to raise a fuss
  and it’s time to raise a holler
About diminishing returns
  from the corporate dollar
I just heard from my boss
  who governs me
If I don’t save the cash
  he’s gonna fire me

Sometimes I wonder
What I’m gonna do
If there ain’t no cure
For the summertime blues

The purchaser he told me to
  go beat on the supplier
That his margins must be high
  while ours are under the wire
So I talked to the supplier
  he said that costs were elevated
He was losing all his money
  at the rates we had created

Sometimes I wonder
What I’m gonna do
If there ain’t no cure
For the summertime blues

So I found a consultant
  told her about my problems
She discovered that
  the supplier was just stalling
Material costs were falling
  and the exchange rate was fair
I had wasted all my time
  just pulling out all my hair

Next time I have a problem
  I’ll find me a solution
I’ll find a sourcing expert
  and get my retribution

No more will I wonder
  What I’m gonna do
I’ll find me a cure
  For the summertime blues