Margaritaville

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of you para-heads covered with oil
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil
Lobsters, sorry!

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 this is all Henley's fault

Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but a brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
I bet she was a Nantucket cutie, I bet she was a bin-yad
I haven't a clue

Wasted away again in Margaritaville, I bet that's where you are!
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, this could be my fault. Maybe!

I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel, had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction, it helps me hang on
Hang on, Hang on, Hang On

Wasted away again in Margaritaville (yes I am, yes I am)
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
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault
Yes it is, it's my own damn fault!

Thank you, it's my fault
What a great audience to have all this enthusiasm!