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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...