G D A D Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone G D A D Tired of this tired old tie I got on G D A D Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in, G D A D We all get sick of it all now and then. G A When I've had it up to here I Go down there.
G D A D To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, G A D Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove. G A D Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, G Em G A D It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.
G D A D G D A D (x 2)
G D A D I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea, G D A D Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key, G D A D Sick of this grind and I think that I ought G D A D To bring this grind to a grinding hault. G A Now I've had it up to here let's Go down there.
G D A D To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, G A D Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove. G A D Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, G Em G A D It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.
G D A D G D A D (x 2)
G A Now I've had it up to here let's Go down there. G D A D To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, G A D Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove. G A D Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, G Em G A D It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.