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segunda-feira, maio 23, 2005

I don't like mondays, The Boomtown Rats 

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody`s gonna go to school today
She`s gonna 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 shown


(Tell me why) I don`t like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down


The telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
Her 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
Now it ain`t so neat to admit defeat
They can see reasons
`Cause there are no reasons
What reasons do you need
Oh, oh, oh, whoa

(Tell me why) I don`t like Mondays
I wanna shoot the whole day
Down, down, down
Shoot it all 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 tackles
With the problems and the hows and whys
And he can see no reasons
`Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to
Die, die, oh, oh, whoa

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(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
I wanna shoot the whole day down

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