Testo Margaritaville

Nibbling on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
All of those [?] heads covered with oil
Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they're 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 it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothing to show but this brand-new tattoo
It's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
And how she 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
Now I think, hell, it could be 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 the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction 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
Now, I think, it's my own damn fault

Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I think, it's my own damn fault