Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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 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.