Pues eso, a mi me pasa lo mismo que le pasaba a la protagonista de esta historia que nos cantaba Bob Geldof, pero con los martes. Sé que no tiene sentido o lógica alguna, pero no me gustan los martes. Y me pregunto, ¿acaso soy el único al que le pasa una cosa así­?

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Como muchos sabréis ya, esta canción está inspirada en la historia real de Brenda Ann Spencer, una encantadora joven californiana de 17 años (por aquel entonces) que un lunes por la mañana de 1979 le dió por agarrar el fusil que su papi le habí­a regalado por Navidades (yankees majaras) y liarse a tiros con la gente de la escuela de enfrente de su casa. El resultado final de tan gloriosa «ida de pinza» fue de 8 niños y un policia herido y dos adultos muertos. Cuando la policia le preguntó por qué habí­a hecho eso, ella simplemente respondió: «No me gustan los lunes».

En fin, una tí­a con la que no parece recomendable quedar para cenar, y mucho menos para desayunar. Que no os pase nada malo hoy. Lagarto, lagarto.

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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 good as gold.
And he can see no reason,
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 telex machine is kept so clean and 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,
cause there are no reasons.
What reasons 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.

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,
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, I don’t like mondays.
I want to shoot the whole day down.