Tired Of My Beeper, Tired Of My Phone
Tired Of This Tired Old Tie I Got On
Sick Of This Trafic 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 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...