Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired old tie I got on
Sick of this trafic 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 hault

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