Chordproc: Boomtown Rats

Capo IV

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,

/f#

He always said she was good as gold.

And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons,

What reasons do you need to be shown?

/f#

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

C/e

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

/f#

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,

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 sixteen 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?

/f#

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

C/e

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

/f#

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

I wanna shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,

Bsus4

Gsus4

The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down...

Bsus4

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.

Dsus4

And then the bullhorn crackles, and the captain tackles,

C/g

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, die? Ooohh

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,

G/f#

He always said she was good as gold.

And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons,

What reasons do you need to be shown?

/f#

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

C/e

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

/f#

C/e

Tell me why I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Mondays

Tell me why, I don't like, I don't like I don't like Mondays,

Tell me why I don't like Mondays,

I want to shoot, Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh...

The. Whole. Day. Down...

(Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooooooh.)

Like Clockwork

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Tick tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

I'm not disconnected

I'm not unaware

I'm in one place at one time

I'm neither here nor there

I'm hooked to the mainstream Tuned into the world

Plugged into my surroundings not out on a limb

I'm thinking in a straight line I'm thinking that these thoughts are mine

My heart is beating oh so fast I feel the hours crashing

And my mind beats time like clockwork

And I think in sync like clockwork

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

She's done away with emotion

She sees things clearly now

She says she sees it all from her room

And it looks so small from her room

It's all right, it's all right

I'm on your side...for a while

She thinks time is the concept by which we measure our age

She wants to say it again, but she don't have time

Because her mind beats time like clockwork

And she thinks in sync like clockwork

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

Count the hours, count the months and minutes

You're born in tears and you die in pain and that's your limit

You're lookin' for so many reasons but there's none

there, why don't you admit it

We make the most of what we've got, that's the ticket

My, my, my

I stayed in that room a long, long time

And watched the seasons gliding by And hey...what's the matter? We've got time, lots of time It's alright, it's alright I'm on your side for a while We'll wind up We'll slow down We'll speed up, move around, or we'll maybe overwind..

Because our minds beats time like clockwork

And now we think in sync like clockwork ooh ooh ooh

And our minds beats time like clockwork

And we think in sync like clockwork

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

Rat Trap

There was a lot of rocking going on that night Cruising time for the young, bright lights Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door

The five lamp boys were coming on strong

The Saturday night city beat had already started and the The punks, the corner boys just sprang into action And young Billy watched under the yellow street light

And said tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight

Billy don't like it living here in this town (He Says) Traps have been sprung long before he was born (He Says) Hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores

There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks

It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught

And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough

You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough

Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down

Put on the right suit, Billy, head for the right side of town

It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored

You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more

You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door

It's a rat trap, and you've been caught

In this town Billy says everybody's trying to tell you what to do In this town Billy says everybody says you gotta follow rules

You walk up to the traffic lights You switch from your left to your right You push in that button, and that button throws a light and it says

Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Hey!

Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk

Billy take a walk, take a walk, take a walk

BILLY! , take a walk with meee!

Solo C and D are played over this

Well little Judy's tryin' to watch Top Of The Pops, but Mum an' Dad are fighting, don't they ever stop She takes up her coat and walks down to the street It's cold on that road but it's got that home beat

Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p

Hey is that anyway for a young girl to be

I gonna get out of school work in some factory

Oh with all the hours god gave me

...... Get myself a little easy money an na na na na na na na na na na.

Her minds made up she walks down the road

F#m

Hands in her pockets coat buttoned against the cold

She finally finds Billy down the Italian cafe

When he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy Says

But then he mumbles in his coffee and he suddenly roars

It's a rat trap Judy, and we've been caught!

Someone's Looking At You

Intro

Electric

Verse 1

On a night like this I deserve to get kissed

At least once or twice,

You come over to my place screaming blue murder,

Needing some place to hide.

Well, I wish you'd keep quiet, imaginations run riot

In these paper-thin walls,

And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names.

I don't know who to call.

But I got a friend over there in the government block,

And he knows the situation and he's taking stock,

I think I'll call him up now, put him on the spot, tonight.

Na na ... Na na ...

Verse 2

They saw me there in the square when I was shooting my mouth off

About saving some fish,

Now could that be construed as some radical's views

Or some liberals' wish.

And it's so hot outside, and the air is so sweet,

And when the pressure drop is heavy I don't wanna hear you speak,

You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees,

When it's too hot to breathe and it's too hot to think.

Chorus

There's always someone looking at you, oh oh oh oh oh. (3x)

Tonight, they're looking at you tonight.

Music Break

Verse 3

And I wish you'd stop whispering,

Don't flatter yourself, nobody's listening.

But it makes me nervous, those things you say,

You may as well shout it from the roof,

Scream it from your lungs, and spit it from you mouth,

It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears.

There's a spy in the sky, there's a noise on the wire,

There's a tap on the line for every paranoid's desire.

Chorus

There's always someone looking at you, oh oh oh oh oh. (2x)

They're always looking at you. (7x) On a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice

Boomtown Rats

I Don't Like Mondays

Like Clockwork

Rat Trap

Someone's Looking At You