A E B E Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone A E B E Tired of this tired old tie I got on A E B E Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in, A E B E We all get sick of it all now and then. A B When I've had it up to here I go down there. Chorus: E A B E To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, A B E Mangos and Marley you know, fit me like a glove. A B Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough E is enough, A F#m A B E 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 Chorus A B Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F#m B |