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, wastin' 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, wastin' 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, wastin' 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