I Don't Like Mondays Lyrics - The Fine Art Of Surfacing - Boomtown Rats

The silicon 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 her, 

He always said she was as good as gold. 

And he can see no reasons 

'Cause there are no reasons 

What reason do you need to be shown? 

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 

The whole day down. 

The fax machine is kept so clean 

As it sends to a waiting world. 

And mother feels so shocked, 

Father's world is rocked, 

And their thoughts turn to 

Their own little girl. 

Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen, 

No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat. 

They can see no reasons 

'Cause there are no reasons 

What reason do you need? 

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 

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 crackles, 

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? 

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 wanna shoot, 

The whole day down.