Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake

All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing

Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil

Wasted 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

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

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

Must be Buffet's fault

I blew out my flip-flop

Stepped on a pop-top
Broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender

And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on


Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know this is all Alan's fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame

And I know it's our own damn fault