Nibblin' on sponge cake,
Watching the sun bake.
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string,
On my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp they're beginning to boil.
Wastin' 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,
I stayed here all season.
Nothing to show but this brand new tatoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A mexican cutie.
How it got here I haven't a clue.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
But I think, hell it could be my fault.
Blew out my flip-flop,
Stepped on a pop-top.
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home.
But ther's boose in the blender,
And soon it will render.
That frozen concocsion that helps me hang on.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some peole claim that there's a woman to blame.
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
