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