“Margaritaville”
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin’ my six-string
On my front-porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They’re beginnin’ to boilWasting away again in Margaritaville
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
Don’t know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing 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
Wasting 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
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ 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