Nibblin’ on sponge cake, watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin’ my six-string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they’re beginnin to boil.
Wastin’ 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 stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie,
How it got here I haven’t a clue.
Wastin’ 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 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.
Wastin’ 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 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.
1977 – Jimmy Buffett – Album: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes