Nibbling on spongecake, Watching the sun bake, All of these tourists covered with oil. Strumming my six string, on my front porch swing. Smell of shrimp is beginning to boil. Wasting away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame. But I know, its nobody's fault. Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season. Nothing to show but this brand new tatoo. But its a real beauty, a Mexican cutie. How it got here I haven't a clue. Wasting away again in Margaritaville. Searching for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame. But I know, It could my fault. I blew out my flip-flop. Stepped on a pop top. Cut my heel had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in a blender,and soon it'll render That frozen concotion that helps me hang on Wasting away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know, its my own damn fault
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