Margaritaville

And a niblet on sponge cake, watching the sun bake.

All of those tourists covered in oil.

Stir 'em in my six string, on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.

Who wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' 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

And nothing to show her but this brand new tattoo

And it's a real beauty

Mm, a Mexican cutie

How it got here, though I haven't a clue

I wasted 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

Take me to the islands.

I blew out my flip-flop,

Stepped 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's shaker of salt

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame

Now I know, hell, it must be my fault

Some people claim there's a woman to blame

But I know, hell, it must be my fault