Nibblin’ on sponge cake<br>Watchin’ the sun bake<br>All of those tourists covered with oil<br>Strummin’ my six-string<br>On my front porch swing<br>Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to boil<br><br>Chorus:<br>Wastin’ away again in margaritaville<br>Searching for my lost shaker of salt<br>Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame<br>But I know it’s nobody’s fault<br><br>I don’t know the reason<br>I stayed here all season<br>Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo<br>But it’s a real beauty<br>A mexican cutie<br>How it got here I haven’t a clue<br><br>Chorus:<br>Wastin’ away again in margaritaville<br>Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt<br>Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame<br>Now I think<br>Hell, it could be my fault<br><br>I blew out my flip-flop<br>Stepped on a pop-top<br>Cut my heel had to cruise on back home<br>But there’s booze in the blender<br>And soon it will render<br>That frozen concoction that helps me hang on<br><br>Wastin’ away again in margaritaville<br>Searching for my lost shaker of salt<br>Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame<br>But I know it’s my own damn fault<br>Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame<br>And I know it’s my own damn fault<br><br><br><br>