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