Margaritaville (Buffett, Jimmy)
Living on spongecake, watchin’ the sun bake
All of the tourists covered in oil
Strummin’ my six string, on my front porch swing
The smell of shrimp dip beginning to boil
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 nobody’s fault
Don’t know the reason, I stay here all season
Nothing is sure but a brand new tattoo
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 heal, had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender, 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
It’s my own damn fault