I Don't Like Mondays

by The Boomtown Rats




The silicone chip inside her head gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today.
She's going to make them stay at home.
And Daddy doesn't understand it.
He always said she was good as gold.
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons.
What reason do you need to be sure.

Oh, oh, oh, tell me why I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, the whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean as it types to a waiting world.
And Mother feels so shocked, Father's world is rocked.
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl.
Sweet sixteen, ain't that peachy keen.
Now it ain't neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons.
What reason do you need.  Oh, whoa.

Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, the whole day down, down, down.
Shoot it all down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now.
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles 
And the captain tackles with the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons.
What reason do you need to die, die.  Oh, oh, oh.

And the silicone chip inside her head gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today.
She going to make them stay at home.
And Daddy doesn't understand it.
He always said she was good as gold.
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons.
What reason do you need to be sure.

Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like, I don't like,
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like, I don't like,
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, the whole day down.
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh.

Written by: Bob Geldof

Submitted by: BellaGold on August 13, 2019

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