[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 



[Refrão]
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. 



[Refrão]
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. 



[Refrão]
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. 



[Refrão]
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. 



[Refrão]
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!