Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' 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,
Stayed here all season
With 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.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' 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.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' 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.