Nibblin' on sponge cake

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

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

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

Searching 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 heal 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

Searching for my lost shaker of salt

Some people claim that

There's a woman to blame

But I know

It's my own damned fault