[Verse 1]
Nibblin’ on sponge cake, 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 boil
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[Chorus]
Wastin’ 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
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[Verse 2]
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
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Chorus
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[Verse 3]
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
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Chorus
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[Outro]
Yes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault