Margaritaville - The Hit Crew

Nibblin' on sponge cake

Watchin' the sun bake

All of the tourists all covered with oil

Strummin' my six string

On my front porch swing

Smellin' those shrimp, they’re beginning to boil

I’m wastin' away again in Margaritaville

Lookin' 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

I don’t know the reason

I stayed here all season

With nothing to show but a brand new tattoo

But she’s a real beauty

A Mexican cutie

But how it got here, I haven’t a clue

Wooh, here we go

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt

Well, some people claim that there’s a woman to blame

But I know, hey, it’s my own damn fault

Here we go

Hey bartender, over here

Uh huh

Well I, I blew out my flip flop

Stepped hard on a pop top

Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home

But there’s booze in the blender, wooh

And real soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in Waboritaville

Lookin' 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, I heard people say that there’s a woman to blame

But I know it’s my own damn fault

It’s all my fault

Yeah

Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye

Here we go, baby, wooh

Come on home, baby, come on home, wooh