Guitars and Tiki Bars

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone

Tired of this tired, old tie I got on

Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in

We all get sick of it all now and then

When I've had it up to here, I go down there

To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love

Mangos and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove

Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough

It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love

I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea

Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key

Sick of this grind and I think that I ought

To bring this grind to a grinding halt

Now I've had it up to here, let's go down there

To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love

Mangos and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove

Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough

It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love

Now I've had it up to here, let's go down there

To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love

Mangos and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove

Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough

It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love