Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone   Tired of this tired ol' 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   Mangoes 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   Mangoes 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   Mangoes 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