Biography:
The Boomtown Rats is a rock group led by Bob Geldof (full name: Robert Fredrick Zenon Geldof, born October 5th 1951). Playing punk and New Wave influenced music, their initial incarnation lasted from 1976 to 1986), but the band recently reformed. All six primary members (Gary Roberts, Pete Briquette, Gerry Cott, Simon Crowe, and Johnnie Moylett alongside Geldof) were originally from Dun Laoghaire, Dublin, Ireland.
Originally, they used the moniker 'The Nightlife Thugs'.
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The Boomtown Rats - I Don't Like Mondays
Music by Johnny Fingers, lyrics by Bob Geldof, arranged by Daniel Pearl and transcribed
by Jeremy D
([email protected])
The reason the other tab first tab says it sounds like it’s off by a half-step is
because it is.
"I Don’t Like Mondays" is in the key of B, not C. So, here's the bona-fide
transcription of "Mondays"
Also, you might need to widen margins to view the whole lines.
[Intro] N.C. (Black-key glissando on piano)
D# bass | | | |A/B|
D#m | |E |F# E |
[Verse 1]
B D#m E F#
The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload,
B D#m
And nobody's gonna go to school today, she’s gonna
E F#
Make them stay at home,
E F#
And daddy doesn't understand it,
B E
He always said she was good as gold.
E
And he can see no reasons, cos there are no reasons,
E F# F#6 F#7
What reasons do you need to be shown?
[Hook]
B B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E/G# F#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
B [TO CODA] B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E F#
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
B D#m E F# E
The whole day down.
[Verse 2]
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 sixteen 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 reasons do you need?
[Hook]
B B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E/G# F#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
B [TO CODA] B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E F#
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
D#sus4 D#m D#sus4 D#m B Bsus4
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down...
[Instrumental break]
B |D#m | |E |F# |Badd2 | | |
And all the
[Verse 3]
B D#m
Playing’s stopped in the playground, now.
E F#
She wants to play with her toys a while.
B D#m
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
E F#
And the lesson today is how to die.
E F#sus4
And then the bullhorn crackles, and the captain tackles,
B E/B B E
With the problems and the how's and why's
E E
And he can see no reasons, cos there are no reasons
E F# F#6 F#7
What reason do you need to die, die? Oooh, and
[Hook]
B B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E/G# F#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
B [TO CODA] B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E F#
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
B D#m E F# E
The whole day down.
B B/A# E/G#
Why I don’t like, I don’t like, (Tell me why) I don’t like
F# B D#m E
Mondays, tell me why, I don’t like, I don’t like (tell me why)
F# B D#m
I don’t like Mondays, tell me why I don’t like Mondays,
E
I want to shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh...
N.C. (F#) (E) (A#m) B
The whole day down...
D#m E F# B
(Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oooooh.)
Music by Johnny Fingers, lyrics by Bob Geldof, arranged by Daniel Pearl and transcribed
by Jeremy D
([email protected])
The reason the other tab first tab says it sounds like it’s off by a half-step is
because it is.
"I Don’t Like Mondays" is in the key of B, not C. So, here's the bona-fide
transcription of "Mondays"
Also, you might need to widen margins to view the whole lines.
[Intro] N.C. (Black-key glissando on piano)
D# bass | | | |A/B|
D#m | |E |F# E |
[Verse 1]
B D#m E F#
The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload,
B D#m
And nobody's gonna go to school today, she’s gonna
E F#
Make them stay at home,
E F#
And daddy doesn't understand it,
B E
He always said she was good as gold.
E
And he can see no reasons, cos there are no reasons,
E F# F#6 F#7
What reasons do you need to be shown?
[Hook]
B B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E/G# F#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
B [TO CODA] B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E F#
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
B D#m E F# E
The whole day down.
[Verse 2]
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 sixteen 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 reasons do you need?
[Hook]
B B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E/G# F#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
B [TO CODA] B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E F#
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
D#sus4 D#m D#sus4 D#m B Bsus4
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down...
[Instrumental break]
B |D#m | |E |F# |Badd2 | | |
And all the
[Verse 3]
B D#m
Playing’s stopped in the playground, now.
E F#
She wants to play with her toys a while.
B D#m
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
E F#
And the lesson today is how to die.
E F#sus4
And then the bullhorn crackles, and the captain tackles,
B E/B B E
With the problems and the how's and why's
E E
And he can see no reasons, cos there are no reasons
E F# F#6 F#7
What reason do you need to die, die? Oooh, and
[Hook]
B B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E/G# F#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
B [TO CODA] B/A#
Tell me why I don't like Mondays,
E F#
I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
B D#m E F# E
The whole day down.
B B/A# E/G#
Why I don’t like, I don’t like, (Tell me why) I don’t like
F# B D#m E
Mondays, tell me why, I don’t like, I don’t like (tell me why)
F# B D#m
I don’t like Mondays, tell me why I don’t like Mondays,
E
I want to shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh...
N.C. (F#) (E) (A#m) B
The whole day down...
D#m E F# B
(Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oooooh.)
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