Guitars And Tiki Bars Lyrics

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,and 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...