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MARGARITAVILLE

By: Jimmy Buffet

Nibbling on spongecake, watching 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!

Wasted away again in Margaritaville.
Lookin' 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.
Nothing is sure 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.
Lookin' for my lost shaker of salt!
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
now I think, 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!

Wasted away again in Margaritaville.
Lookin' for my lost shaker of salt!
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
now I know, it's my own damn fault!

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