Paroles
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 halt
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
