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 like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I want to shoot
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 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.
'Tell me why
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
And now 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..die
'Tell me why
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
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 like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I want to shoot
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 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.
'Tell me why
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
And now 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..die
'Tell me why
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I don like Mondays'
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
envoyé par Marcia - 26/6/2008 - 18:41
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Bob Geldof wrote this song when he heard about the San Diego elementary school massacre.
In January 1979, Brenda Spencer , a troubled 16-year-old who lived across the street from a schoolyard in San Diego, took the semi-automatic rifle her father had given her for Christmas and began firing. Four people died and eight children were injured. When asked why she did it, she answered "I just don't like Mondays".
Nel gennaio del 1979 Bob Geldof sente la notizia di una sedicenne di San Diego, Brenda Ann Spencer, che si è resa protagonista di una sparatoria nella scuola di fronte a casa sua uccidendo due persone e ferendone altre nove. Alla domanda perché avesse fatto questo gesto lei risponde "I don't like Mondays" (ovvero "Non mi piacciono i lunedì"); questa frase ispira il cantante dei Boomtown Rats a scrivere una canzone.