¡No me gustan los Lunes.

The 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 it
He always said she was as good as gold
And he can see no reason
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays...
I want to shoot
Ooooooh
The whole da ydown

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 16 ain't that peachy keen
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays...
I want to shoot
Ooooooh
The whole day down

And 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
Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die

The silicon chip inside her head...

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays...
I want to shoot
Ooooooh
The whole day down