Nibblin' on spongecake, watchin' the sun bake
All those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my twelve string, on my front porch swing.
The smell of the shrimp beginning to boil.
Wasted 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, been 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.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know hell, it could be my fault.
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.
Wasted 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.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Yes I know it's my own damn fault.