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.

Wasted 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,
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.

Wasted 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.

Wasted 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.