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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...
- Album:
- Noise (Single)
- Setting the World on Fire (Single)
- Cosmic Hallelujah
- The Big Revival
- American Kids (Single)
- Pirate Flag (Single)
- Life on a Rock
- Welcome to the Fishbowl
- Lucky Old Sun
- Just Who I Am: Poets & Pirates
- Be as You Are (Songs from an Old Blue Chair)
- The Road and the Radio
- When the Sun Goes Down
- No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
- Me And You
- All I Need To Know
- In My Wildest Dreams
- Miscellaneous
- Boys Of Fall (Single)
- Setting the World on Fire (with P!nk)