Intro
verse 1
G C
Lookin’ out my backdoor I can almost see the ocean.
G D
It’s only about a thousand miles south of here.
G C
When I close my eyes, I can smell suntan lotion.
G C G
Wish I could afford to, go back this year.
Pre-Chorus
Em C
But I know a place where we can all go.
Em A
Where that loud flowered shirt would be apropos.
C D
So put on your flip-flops, your favorite funny hat.
C D
Escape with me to my paradise outback
Chorus
G D C D G
I’ve gotta beach in my backyard,
D C D
Plastic palm tree and a tiki bar.
G D C D
Neon sign that flashes “Landshark Beer”
G D C D
Here in my pseudo-beach atmosphere.
Pre-Chorus
Em A
have a far north latitude,
Em A
But a Margaritaville attitude.
Chorus
G D C D G
Yeah, I gotta beach in my backyard.
D C D
Don’t cost much money, don’t have to go far.
G C
Gotta basketful of coozies for all my friends who come.
verse 2
G D
BYOB, but not your, troubles here.
G C
TropRock music, sounds of a gentle steel drum.
G C G
Then form a conga line, don’t forget your beer.
G C
Wahines in grass skirts, leis and coconut bras.
G D
Sam’s ukulele hangin’ on the wall.
C D
Phony portholes, hoist the skull and bones.
G D
No boat, no dock, no trouble at my inland home.
Chorus
G D C D G
I gotta beach in my backyard,
D C D
Right here in my backyard
G D C D
Old Buffett tunes, the sound of a blender.
G D C D
Guess you could call me a beach bum pretender.
Pre-Chorus
Em A
have a far North latitude.
Em A
A Margaritaville attitude.
Chorus
G D C D G
Yeah, I gotta beach in my backyard.
G D G D
Don’t need much money, don’t have to go far.
G D C D G
Yeah, I gotta beach in my backyard.
D C D
Plastic palm trees and a Tiki bar.
G D C D G
I gotta beach in my backyard.
D C D
Plastic palm trees and a Tiki bar.
Pre-Chorus
Em A
The Parrot life is flowing. Theres shrimp on the barbie.
Em A
I plugged in my guitar, so let’s start the party.
Chorus
G D C D G
I gotta beach in my backyard.
D C D
Una cerveza aqui porforvore.
G D C D G
I gotta beach in my backyard.
D C D
Plastic palm trees and a Tiki bar.
G D C
I gotta beach!