Nibbling on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
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Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They're beginning to boil
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's nobody's fault
Don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothing to show but
This brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here
I haven't a clue
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
Now I think, hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel
Had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction
That helps me hang on
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault
Yes, and some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
And I know, it's my own damn fault