Is this the real Life?
Is this just Fantasy?
Caught in a Class-room,
No Escape from Directory.
Open your Pens,
write down in your folder,
I'm just a schoolboy,
I need no Sympathy,
because I'm easy come,
Little high, little low.
Very bad are Mondays,
Weekend is much better
Micha, your time has come.
Put a schoolbag on my back,
Give me a kiss and I said Goodbye to Dad.
Mama, the Day has just begun,
Why have I to say Goodbye?
Didnīt mean to make you cry
Mama, if I'm not back again to Lunch,
Carry on, carry on,
Weekend is much better.
Too late, my Time has come,
send Shivers down my Spine,
Body's aching all the Time.
I go to school,
but I leave you all behind,
to face the truth.
Didnīt mean to make you cry,
sometimes wish I never had to go to school.
Carry on, carry on.
Weekends are much better.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Teacher do, Teacher do, will you write a maths test?
Geography and maths, very, very, frightening me!
Galileo, Galileo, Geography, Terrible-o!
Iīm just a schoolboy, anybody teach me.
He's just a schoolboy, who doesn't like Geography,
sparing his Life from this Monstrosity!
Teacher come, Teacher go, will you let me go?
Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a Teacher put aside for me, for me, for me!
So you think, you can spit in my eye?
So you think, you can lecture me and test me to die?
Oh, Teacher, canīt do this to me, Teacher?
Want to get out,
want to get out, outer here.
Weekend are much better, anyone can see,
Weekends are much better,
Weekends are much better to me.
Very bad are Mondays...