Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strumming my six string, on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning 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
With nothing 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

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  

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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 last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault  

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