Margaritaville

And nibbling on sponge cake, or watching the sun bake.

All of those tourists covered in oil.

Stirring my sixth string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.

Who wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searching for my Lord, shaker of salt

Some people claim there's a woman to blame

But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason, stayed here all season, nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.

And it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, How it got here, though I haven't a clue.

Oh, I slid away again in Margaritaville

Searching for my large shaker of salt

Some people claim there's a woman to blame

Now I think, hell, it may be my fault

Oh, take me to the islands.

I blew out my flip-flop

Skipped on a pop-top

Kicked my heel, had to cruise on back home

Well, there's booze in the blender

And soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

I'm wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' for my love shaker of salt

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame

Now I know, well it must be my fault

Some people claim there's a woman to blame But I know, hell, it must be my fault