G D A D

[Verse]
G           D       A           D
Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
G             D         A         D
Tired of this tired old tie I got on
G            D       A            D
Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in,
   G           D       A           D
We all get sick of it all now and then.
          G                           A
When I've had it up to here I go down there.

[Chorus]
   D        G                A           D
To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
           G                A             D       
Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove.
                G                     A         D
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
G             Em               G     A     D    
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.

[Bridge]
G D A D G D A D (x 2)

[Verse]
  G           D           A          D
I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea,
     G         D           A            D
Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key,
G            D           A            D
Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
   G          D          A        D
To bring this grind to a grinding hault.
         G                               A
Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.

[Chorus]
   D        G                A           D
To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
           G                A             D       
Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove.
                G                     A         D
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
G             Em               G     A     D    
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.

[Bridge]
G D A D G D A D (x 2)

         G                               A
Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.

[Chorus]
   D        G                A           D
To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
           G                A             D       
Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove.
                G                     A         D
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
G       D      Em               G     A     D    
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.