The conscience chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna eat meat today
She’s going to make them food at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said this was a bad idea
And she can see no reason
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be sure oh, oh oh oh

Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
I want to eat, eat eat eat eat eat...
The whole lot down

So she cooks with beans and rice and greens
She discovers a whole new world
And mother feels so shocked
Factory farms should stop
As her thoughts begin to unfurl
Behind the scenes ain’t that peachy keen
Now, it ain’t so neat to eat that piece of meat
She can see no reasons
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reasons do you need oh, oh oh oh

Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
I want to eat, eat eat eat eat eat
The whole lot down
Down, down
Eat it all down

As the cruelty stops in the butcher’s shops
When we ponder for a little while
And the tides are turning for soon we’ll be learning
The lesson today is how animals die
But then their bacon crackles
And society tackles
With the problems and the how’s and why’s
And we can see no reasons
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need; they die, die, die die die

Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like, I quite like, I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like, I quite like, (tell me why) I quite like Mondays
Tell me why
I quite like Mondays
I want to eat, eat eat eat eat eat...
The. Whole. Lot. Down.

^Lyrics rewritten/adapted from 'I Don't Like Mondays' by The Boomtown Rats.