Cifras
I Got A Beach In My Backyard

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!