Nibblin' on sponge cake,
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil,
Strummin' my six-string
Smell those shrimp, 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,
How it got here, I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
But I know, hell, it could be my fault.
Old men in tank tops
Cruising the gift shops,
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore.
They dream about weight loss,
Those three-day vacations become such a bore.
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Young men in Speedos
trollin? for bimbos ,
Watchin? those beach girls all covered with oil.
Just wishin? in vain,
Eyein? those girls, with their coconut oil.
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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
That frozen concoction that helps me 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 it's my own damn fault.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame ,
But I know It's my own damn fault.