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 shrimps they're beginning to boil Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' 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 I blew out my flip flop stepped on a pop top Cut my hell 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 Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know, it's my own damned fault