(Jimmy Buffett)      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.      --- Instrumental ---      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   But I know it's our own damn fault...