Margaritaville

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--Theyre beginnin to boil. Wastin away again in Margaritaville, Searchin for my long lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that theres a woman to blame, But I know its nobodys fault. Dont know the reason, Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tatoo. But its a real beauty, A Mexican cutie; How it got here I havent a clue. Wastin away again in Margaritaville, Searchin for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that theres 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 theres booze in the blender, And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wastin away again in Margaritaville Searchin for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that theres a woman to blame, But I know, its my own damn fault. Yes, some people claim that theres a woman to blame And I know its my own damn fault.