margaritaville

nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake, all of those tourists covered in oil, strummin' my six-string, on my front porch swing, smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil, wasted 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, i don't know the reason, i stayed here all season, nothin' 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, must be buffet's fault, i blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top, broke my leg twice i had to limp on back home, but there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render, that frozen concoction that helps me hang on, hang on, wasted away again in margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt, some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but i know this is all alan's fault, yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but i know it's our own damn fault