Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourist covered with oil
Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil
CHORUS: Wastin' away again in Margarita-ville
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
I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo
But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie
But how it got here I haven't a clue
CHORUS
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 concotion that helps me hang on
CHORUS
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault