Key: D
Introduction:
D
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
Watchin' the sun bake
A
All of those tourists covered with oil,
Strummin' my six-string
D
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil.
G A D
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
G A D
Searching for my lost shaker of salt .
G A DA G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
D
But I know it?s nobody's fault.
D
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season,
A
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
D
How it got here, I haven't a clue.
G A D
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
G A D
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
G A DA G
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
D
But I know, hell, it could be my fault.
D
Old men in tank tops
Cruising the gift shops,
A
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore.
They dream about weight loss,
D
Those three-day vacations become such a bore.
(Chorus)
D
Young men in Speedos
trollin? for bimbos ,
A
Watchin? those beach girls all covered with oil.
Just wishin? in vain,
D
Eyein? those girls, with their coconut oil.
(Chorus)
D
I blew out my flip-flop,
Stepped on a pop-top,
A
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home,
But there's booze in the blender
D
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
G A D
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
G A D
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
G DA G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
D
But I know it's my own damn fault.
G A DA G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame ,
D
But I know It's my own damn fault.